Towards Madness 219
I made him take two or three sniffs of snow. That
put him right, and now he’s gone off to the inn.
I’m very glad to be alone. I always felt those servants
were spying. The house is delightfully quiet.
As I write there are two beautiful people looking over
my shoulder. They have been sent to watch over me
and guide me, and prepare me for the great destiny
which is in store for me.
Here comes Peter with the waiter and a tray. I
must hide this book. The secrets of the spiritual life
must be kept from the profane.
It’s all right. Peter is my soul-mate after all. We
couldn't eat much. It’s only natural ; all base appetites
have to be killed out before one is ready to go on.
Peter ate very little himself; and then he said :— |
“IT know why we couldn’t get the Devil to come
the other night. It was having those servants about.
I remember now that grandfather only had two in
the house, and he used to send them away when
he had anything big on. Let’s see what we can do
to-night.”
- That was delightful. That was his old self.
We thought it would be a good plan to coke up
pretty hard before starting.