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ted； pulling his flaxen moustache and watching the effect。
She looked into his eyes speechless。 〃I am learning fast； 〃 she said slowly； at last。
He thought the time had come for an emotional attack。 〃Jessie；〃 he said； with a sudden change of voice； 〃I know all this is mean； isvillanous。 But do you think that I have done all this scheming； all this subterfuge； for any other object〃
She did not seem to listen to his words。 〃I shall ride home；〃 she said abruptly。
〃To her？〃
She winced。
〃Just think；〃 said he； 〃what she could say to you after this。〃
〃Anyhow； I shall leave you now。〃
〃Yes？ And go〃
〃Go somewhere to earn my living； to be a free woman； to live without conventionality〃
〃My dear girl； do let us be cynical。 You haven't money and you haven't credit。 No one would take you in。 It's one of two things： go back to your stepmother； ortrust to me。〃
〃How CAN I？〃
〃Then you must go back to her。〃 He paused momentarily； to let this consideration have its proper weight。 〃Jessie； I did not mean to say the things I did。 Upon my honour； I lost my head when I spoke so。 If you will； forgive me。 I am a man。 I could not help myself。 Forgive me； and I promise you〃
〃How can I trust you？〃
〃Try me。 I can assure you〃
She regarded him distrustfully。
〃At any rate； ride on with me now。 Surely we have been in the shadow of this horrible bridge long enough。〃
〃Oh！ let me think；〃 she said； half turning from him and pressing her hand to her brow。
〃THINK！ Look here； Jessie。 It is ten o'clock。 Shall we call a truce until one？〃
She hesitated； demanded a definition of the truce； and at last agreed。
They mounted； and rode on in silence； through the sunlight and the heather。 Both were extremely uncomfortable and disappointed。 She was pale； divided between fear and anger。 She perceived she was in a scrape； and tried in vain to think of a way of escape。 Only one tangible thing would keep in her mind； try as she would to ignore it。 That was the quite irrelevant fact that his head was singularly like an albino cocoanut。 He； too； felt thwarted。 He felt that this romantic business of seduction was； after all； unexpectedly tame。 But this was only the beginning。 At any rate； every day she spent with him was a day gained。 Perhaps things looked worse than they were； that was some consolation。
OF THE ARTIFICIAL IN MAN； AND OF THE ZEITGEIST
XVI
You have seen these two young peopleBechamel； by…the…bye； is the man's name； and the girl's is Jessie Miltonfrom the outside； you have heard them talking； they ride now side by side （but not too close together； and in an uneasy silence） towards Haslemere； and this chapter will concern itself with those curious little council chambers inside their skulls； where their motives are in session and their acts are considered and passed。
But first a word concerning wigs and false teeth。 Some jester； enlarging upon the increase of bald heads and purblind people； has deduced a wonderful future for the children of men。 Man； he said； was nowadays a hairless creature by forty or fifty； and for hair we gave him a wig； shrivelled； and we padded him； toothless； and lo！ false teeth set in gold。 Did he lose a limb； and a fine； new； artificial one was at his disposal； get indigestion； and to hand was artificial digestive fluid or bile or pancreatine； as the case might be。 Complexions； too； were replaceable； spectacles superseded an inefficient eye…lens； and imperceptible false diaphragms were thrust into the failing ear。 So he went over our anatomies； until； at last； he had conjured up a weird thing of shreds and patches； a simulacrum； an artificial body of a man； with but a doubtful germ of living flesh lurking somewhere in his recesses。 To that； he held； we were coming。
How far such odd substitution for the body is possible need not concern us now。 But the devil； speaking by the lips of Mr。 Rudyard Kipling； hath it that in the case of one Tomlinson； the thing； so far as the soul is concerned； has already been accomplished。 Time was when men had simple souls； desires as natural as their eyes； a little reasonable philanthropy； a little reasonable philoprogenitiveness； hunger； and a taste for good living； a decent； personal vanity； a healthy； satisfying pugnacity； and so forth。 But now we are taught and disciplined for years and years； and thereafter we read and read for all the time some strenuous； nerve…destroying business permits。 Pedagogic hypnotists； pulpit and platform hypnotists； book…writing hypnotists； newspaper…writing hypnotists； are at us all。 This sugar you are eating； they tell us； is ink； and forthwith we reject it with infinite disgust。 This black draught of unrequited toil is True Happiness； and down it goes with every symptom of pleasure。 This Ibsen； they say； is dull past believing； and we yawn and stretch beyond endurance。 Pardon！ they interrupt； but this Ibsen is deep and delightful； and we vie with one another in an excess of entertainment。 And when we open the heads of these two young people； we find； not a straightforward motive on the surface anywhere； we find； indeed； not a soul so much as an oversoul； a zeitgeist； a congestion of acquired ideas； a highway's feast of fine； confused thinking。 The girl is resolute to Live Her Own Life； a phrase you may have heard before； and the man has a pretty perverted ambition to be a cynical artistic person of the very calmest description。 He is hoping for the awakening of Passion in her； among other things。 He knows Passion ought to awaken； from the text…books he has studied。 He knows she admires his genius； but he is unaware that she does not admire his head。 He is quite a distinguished art critic in London； and he met her at that celebrated lady novelist's； her stepmother； and here you have them well embarked upon the Adventure。 Both are in the first stage of repentance； which consists； as you have probably found for yourself； in setting your teeth hard and saying' 〃I WILL go on。〃
Things； you see； have jarred a little； and they ride on their way together with a certain aloofness of manner that promises ill for the orthodox development of the Adventure。 He perceives he was too precipitate。 But he feels his honour is involved； and meditates the development of a new attack。 And the girl？ She is unawakened。 Her motives are bookish； written by a haphazard syndicate of authors； novelists； and biographers； on her white inexperience。 An artificial oversoul she is； that may presently break down and reveal a human being beneath it。 She is still in that schoolgirl phase when a talkative old man is more interesting than a tongue…tied young one； and when to be an eminent mathematician； say； or to edit a daily paper； seems as fine an ambition as any girl need aspire to。 Bechaniel was to have helped her to attain that in the most expeditious manner； and here he is beside her； talking enigmatical phrases about passion； looking at her with the oddest expression； and once； and that was his gravest offence； offering to kiss her。 At any rate he has apologised。 She still scarcely realises； you see； the scrape she has got into。
THE ENCOUNTER AT MIDHURST
XVII
We left Mr。 Hoopdriver at the door of the little tea； toy； and t