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could not possibly have been an accident to Porthos without there
being an accident to something else。
David in the middle of his games would suddenly remember the
great blank and step aside to cry。 It was one of his qualities
that when he knew he was about to cry he turned aside to do it
and I always respected his privacy and waited for him。 Of course
being but a little boy he was soon playing again； but his sudden
floods of feeling； of which we never spoke； were dear to me in
those desolate days。
We had a favourite haunt； called the Story…seat； and we went back
to that； meaning not to look at the grass near it where Porthos
used to squat； but we could not help looking at it sideways； and
to our distress a man was sitting on the acquainted spot。 He
rose at our approach and took two steps toward us； so quick that
they were almost jumps； then as he saw that we were passing
indignantly I thought I heard him give a little cry。
I put him down for one of your garrulous fellows who try to lure
strangers into talk； but next day； when we found him sitting on
the Story…seat itself； I had a longer scrutiny of him。 He was
dandiacally dressed； seemed to tell something under twenty years
and had a handsome wistful face atop of a heavy； lumbering；
almost corpulent figure； which however did not betoken
inactivity； for David's purple hat （a conceit of his mother's of
which we were both heartily ashamed） blowing off as we neared him
he leapt the railings without touching them and was back with it
in three seconds； only instead of delivering it straightway he
seemed to expect David to chase him for it。
You have introduced yourself to David when you jump the railings
without touching them； and William Paterson （as proved to be his
name） was at once our friend。 We often found him waiting for us
at the Story…seat； and the great stout fellow laughed and wept
over our tales like a three…year…old。 Often he said with
extraordinary pride； 〃You are telling the story to me quite as
much as to David； ar'n't you？〃 He was of an innocence such as
you shall seldom encounter； and believed stories at which even
David blinked。 Often he looked at me in quick alarm if David
said that of course these things did not really happen； and
unable to resist that appeal I would reply that they really did。
I never saw him irate except when David was still sceptical； but
then he would say quite warningly 〃He says it is true； so it must
be true。〃 This brings me to that one of his qualities； which at
once gratified and pained me； his admiration for myself。 His
eyes； which at times had a rim of red； were ever fixed upon me
fondly except perhaps when I told him of Porthos and said that
death alone could have kept him so long from my side。 Then
Paterson's sympathy was such that he had to look away。 He was
shy of speaking of himself so I asked him no personal questions；
but concluded that his upbringing must have been lonely； to
account for his ignorance of affairs； and loveless； else how
could he have felt such a drawing to me？
I remember very well the day when the strange； and surely
monstrous； suspicion first made my head tingle。 We had been
blown； the three of us； to my rooms by a gust of rain； it was
also； I think； the first time Paterson had entered them。 〃Take
the sofa； Mr。 Paterson；〃 I said； as I drew a chair nearer to the
fire； and for the moment my eyes were off him。 Then I saw that；
before sitting down on the sofa； he was spreading the day's paper
over it。 〃Whatever makes you do that？〃 I asked； and he started
like one bewildered by the question； then went white and pushed
the paper aside。
David had noticed nothing； but I was strangely uncomfortable；
and； despite my efforts at talk； often lapsed into silence； to be
roused from it by a feeling that Paterson was looking at me
covertly。 Pooh！ what vapours of the imagination were these。 I
blew them from me； and to prove to myself； so to speak； that they
were dissipated； I asked him to see David home。 As soon as I was
alone； I flung me down on the floor laughing； then as quickly
jumped up and was after them； and very sober too； for it was come
to me abruptly as an odd thing that Paterson had set off without
asking where David lived。
Seeing them in front of me； I crossed the street and followed。
They were walking side by side rather solemnly； and perhaps
nothing remarkable happened until they reached David's door。 I
say perhaps； for something did occur。 A lady； who has several
pretty reasons for frequenting the Gardens； recognised David in
the street； and was stooping to address him； when Paterson did
something that alarmed her。 I was too far off to see what it
was； but had he growled 〃Hands off！〃 she could not have scurried
away more precipitately。 He then ponderously marched his charge
to the door； where； assuredly； he did a strange thing。 Instead
of knocking or ringing； he stood on the step and called out
sharply； 〃Hie； hie； hie！〃 until the door was opened。
The whimsy； for it could be nothing more； curtailed me of my
sleep that night； and you may picture me trying both sides of the
pillow。
I recalled other queer things of Paterson； and they came back to
me charged with new meanings。 There was his way of shaking
hands。 He now did it in the ordinary way； but when first we knew
him his arm had described a circle； and the hand had sometimes
missed mine and come heavily upon my chest instead。 His walk；
again； might more correctly have been called a waddle。
There were his perfervid thanks。 He seldom departed without
thanking me with an intensity that was out of proportion to the
little I had done for him。 In the Gardens； too； he seemed ever
to take the sward rather than the seats； perhaps a wise
preference； but he had an unusual way of sitting down。 I can
describe it only by saying that he let go of himself and went
down with a thud。
I reverted to the occasion when he lunched with me at the Club。
We had cutlets； and I noticed that he ate his in a somewhat
finicking manner； yet having left the table for a moment to
consult the sweets…card； I saw； when I returned； that there was
now no bone on his plate。 The waiters were looking at him rather
curiously。
David was very partial to him； but showed it in a somewhat
singular manner； used to pat his head； for instance。 I
remembered； also； that while David shouted to me or Irene to
attract our attention； he usually whistled to Paterson； he could
not explain why。
These ghosts made me to sweat in bed； not merely that night； but
often when some new shock brought them back in force； yet；
unsupported； they would have disturbed me little by day。 Day；
however； had its reflections； and they came to me while I was
shaving； that ten minutes when； brought face to face with the
harsher realities of life； we see things most clearly as they
are。 Then the beautiful nature of Paterson loomed offensively；
and his honest eyes insulted over me。 No one come to nigh twenty
years had a right to such faith in his fellow…creatures。 He
could not backbite； nor envy； nor prevaricate； nor jump at mean
motives for generous acts。 He had not a single base story about
women。 It all seemed inhuman。
What creatures we be！ I was more than half ashamed of Paterson's
faith in me； but when I saw it begin to shrink I fought for it。
An easy task； you may say； but it was a hard one； for gradually a
change had come over the youth。 I am now arrived at a time when
the light…heartedness had gone out of him； he had lost his zest
for fun； and dubiety sat in the eyes that were once so certain。
He was not doubtful of me； not then； but of human nature in
general； that whilom noble edifice was tottering。 He mixed with
boys in the Gardens； ah； mothers； it is hard to say； but how
could he retain his innocence when he had mixed with boys？ He
heard your talk of yourselves； and so； ladies； that part of the
edifice went down。 I have not the heart to follow him in all his
discoveries。 Sometimes he went in flame at them； but for the
most part he stood looking on； bewildered and numbed； like one
moaning inwardly。
He saw all； as one fresh to the world； before he had time to
breathe upon the glass。 So would your child be； madam； if born
with a man's powers； and when disillusioned of all else； he would
cling for a moment longer to you； the woman of whom； before he
saw you； he had heard so much。 How you would strive to cheat
him； even as I strove to hide my real self from Paterson； and
still you would strive as I strove after you knew the game was
up。
The sorrowful eyes of Paterson stripped me bare。 There were days
when I could not endure looking at him； though surely I have long
ceased to be a vain man。 He still met us in the Gardens； but for
hours he and I would be together without speaking。 It was so
upon the las