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What he said was always new and interesting and
different; he seemed to have a shortcut, known only to
himself, to an understanding of men and affairs, and Marie
was impressed by the audacious scorn with which he
owned his belief in the power of the beast in man and the
scarcity of gold amid the dross of human nature. With
cold, passionless eloquence he tried to show her how little
consistency there was in man, how incomprehensible and
uncomprehended, how weak-kneed and fumbling and
altogether the sport of circumstance, that which was noble
and that which was base fought for ascendancy in his soul.
The fervor with which he expounded this seemed to her
great and fascinating, and she began to believe that rarer
gifts and greater powers had been given him than usually
fell to the lot of mortals. She bowed down in admiration,
almost in worship, before the tremendous force she
imagined him possessed of. Yet withal there lurked in her soul
a still small doubt, which was never shaped into a definite
thought, but hovered as an instinctive feeling, whispering
that perhaps his power was a power that threatened and
raged, that coveted and desired, but never swooped down,
never took hold.
In Lohendorf, about three miles from Vechta, there was an
old inn near the highway, and there Marie and her
travelling companions sought shelter an hour or two after
sundown.
In the evening, when the coachmen and grooms had gone
to bed in the outhouses, Marie and Sti Högh were sitting at
the little red painted table before the great stove in a
corner of the tap-room, chatting with two rather oafish
Oldenborg noblemen. Lucie was knitting and looking on from
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