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this than I pretended to discover his engagement to Dorothy and brought to him a sense of the 
grievous wrong which he had done her by his infidelity. I persuaded him that the only manly and 
honourable course was to tell her frankly what he had done. So we arranged a dinner party at which 
he should do so. She insisted on his going into every possible detail of his misdemeanour. 
Considering that he was the shyest man alive with women and that, furthermore, he supposed her 
to be even more delicate in repression, the dinner was excruciatingly funny. I admitted with sombre 
remorse my share in persuading him to disgrace himself and Dorothy took the severest view of my 
conduct. I as the older man, I in charge of his conscience, I responsible to his parents, etc. etc. She 
said she would never speak to me again and walked home up the boulevard with Neuburg, with me 
hanging on the outskirts, pleading and gesticulating to be forgiven, and always receiving the most 
austere rebuffs. At the same time she could not forgive Neuburg either. He took it absolutely to 
heart; he would never be able to get over having insulted the fairest and dearest and purest of 
God's creatures. Of course he would never speak to me again either. 
I let him suffer for two or three days, then one afternoon I went across to his hotel and told him 
that this nonsense had gone on long enough; and it was time for him to learn something of life; I 
told him the facts. He regarded them as outrageous lies. I pointed out a hundred indications that 
they were true, but he was absolutely convinced of her purity and my infamy. I realized that I was 
wasting my breath. 
"Come across the road", I said wearily, "and see with your own eyes." 
I was almost obliged to use actual force, but he came; and there was Dorothy, unadorned, smoking 
a cigarette on my bed. The boy was absolutely stunned. Even with the evidence in front of his eyes, 
he was loth to admit the truth. His ideal woman was shattered thoroughly and for ever. 
The boy had suffered frightfully, but that was not my fault. It was the fault of his own romantic 
idealism; and had I not destroyed it in this drastic way, 
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he would have been the prey of one vampire after another as long as he lived. As it was, his 
physical health became superb, his nerves stopped playing him tricks, he got rid of all his fads about 
food, dress and conduct, his genius soared free of all its silly inhibitions, his magical powers 
developed unhindered by the delusions bred of insisting that nature is what one thinks it ought to 
be, and his relations with humanity became reasonable. 
Peace being made, and Neuburg trained, so far as Paris offered a suitable theatre, I determined to 
put him up against reality of another kind. He had always been accustomed to have everything 
come to him; he had been allowed to assume that the world was constituted for his convenience 
and comfort. He had never met any real people at all. He admitted, so to speak, the existence of a 
baker, but he did not really understand that bread was made with flour and that flour was made 
from corn by a miller (whom he had hitherto regarded merely as the father of a miller's daughter in 
a poem), and that corn was grown by actual human beings. So I proposed to him to walk through the 
wildest parts of Spain. We agreed to start from Bayonne with less than five pounds between us, and 
managed to make our way to Madrid on foot, avoiding as far as possible the line of the railway. 
We left Paris for Bordeaux on the last day of July, went on to Bayonne the next morning, and 
started the same afternoon for the frontier, reaching Ustaritz that night. Three days' walk took us 
across the Pyrenees to Pamplona. The people of the mountain villages seemed to have no 
experience of strangers, especially of strangers on foot. Of course we were not very beautiful 
objects to the uninitiated eye. I was in my climbing clothes, save that I replaced tweed by buckskin 
breeches, the same pair as I am wearing today. As for Neuburg, I cannot say what he looked like, 
because when God made him he broke the mould. 
So the people almost everywhere outside the larger towns supposed us to be beggars. It took me 
some time to discover why my requests for food and shelter were received with such disfavour. I 
spoke Spanish fairly well as soon as I picked up my Mexican memories; but naturally the people