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to have dreams. I have my visions too. In my way I also am an artist.โ€

We were all silent for a while, and Tiarรฉ fished out of her capacious pocket a handful of cigarettes. She handed one to each of us, and we all three smoked. At last she said:

โ€œSince ce monsieur is interested in Strickland, why do you not take him to see Dr. Coutras? He can tell him something about his illness and death.โ€

โ€œVolontiers,โ€ said the Captain, looking at me.

I thanked him, and he looked at his watch.

โ€œIt is past six oโ€™clock. We should find him at home if you care to come now.โ€

I got up without further ado, and we walked along the road that led to the doctorโ€™s house. He lived out of the town, but the Hotel de la Fleur was on the edge of it, and we were quickly in the country. The broad road was shaded by pepper-trees, and on each side were the plantations, coconut and vanilla. The pirate birds were screeching among the leaves of the palms. We came to a stone bridge over a shallow river, and we stopped for a few minutes to see the native boys bathing. They chased one another with shrill cries and laughter, and their bodies, brown and wet, gleamed in the sunlight.

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As we walked along I reflected on a circumstance which all that I had lately heard about Strickland forced on my attention. Here, on this remote island, he seemed to have aroused none of the detestation with which he was regarded at home, but compassion rather; and his vagaries were accepted with tolerance. To these people, native and European, he was a queer fish, but they were used to queer fish, and they took him for granted; the world was full of odd persons, who did odd things; and perhaps they knew that a man is not what he wants to be, but what he must be. In England and France he was the square peg in the round hole, but here the holes were any sort of shape, and no sort of peg was quite amiss. I do not think he was any gentler here, less selfish or less brutal, but the circumstances were more favourable. If he had spent his life amid these surroundings he might have passed for no worse a man than another. He received here what he neither expected nor wanted among his own peopleโ โ€”sympathy.

I tried to tell Captain Brunot something of the astonishment with which this filled me, and for a little while he did not answer.

โ€œIt is not strange that I, at all events, should have had sympathy for him,โ€ he said at last, โ€œfor, though perhaps neither of us knew it, we were both aiming at the same thing.โ€

โ€œWhat on earth can it be that two people so dissimilar as you and Strickland could aim at?โ€ I asked, smiling.

โ€œBeauty.โ€

โ€œA large order,โ€ I murmured.

โ€œDo you know how men can be so obsessed by love that they are deaf and blind to everything else in the world? They are as little their own masters as the slaves chained to the benches of a galley. The passion that held Strickland in bondage was no less tyrannical than love.โ€

โ€œHow strange that you should say that!โ€ I answered. โ€œFor long ago I had the idea that he was possessed of a devil.โ€

โ€œAnd the passion that held Strickland was a passion to create beauty. It gave him no peace. It urged him hither and thither. He was eternally a pilgrim, haunted by a divine nostalgia, and the demon within him was ruthless. There are men whose desire for truth is so great that to attain it they will shatter the very foundation of their world. Of such was Strickland, only beauty with him took the place of truth. I could only feel for him a profound compassion.โ€

โ€œThat is strange also. A man whom he had deeply wronged told me that he felt a great pity for him.โ€ I was silent for a moment. โ€œI wonder if there you have found the explanation of a character which has always seemed to me inexplicable. How did you hit on it?โ€

He turned to me with a smile.

โ€œDid I not tell you that I, too, in my way was an artist? I realised in myself the same desire as animated him. But whereas his medium was paint, mine has been life.โ€

Then Captain Brunot told me a story which I must repeat, since, if only by way of contrast, it adds something to my impression of Strickland. It has also to my mind a beauty of its own.

Captain Brunot was a Breton, and had been in the French Navy. He left it on his marriage, and settled down on a small property he had near Quimper to live for the rest of his days in peace; but the failure of an attorney left him suddenly penniless, and neither he nor his wife was willing to live in penury where they had enjoyed consideration. During his sea faring days he had cruised the South Seas, and he determined now to seek his fortune there. He spent some months in Papeete to make his plans and gain experience; then, on money borrowed from a friend in France, he bought an island in the Paumotus. It was a ring of land round a deep lagoon, uninhabited, and covered only with scrub and wild guava. With the intrepid woman who was his wife, and a few natives, he landed there, and set about building a house, and clearing the scrub so that he could plant coconuts. That was twenty years before, and now what had been a barren island was a garden.

โ€œIt was hard and anxious work at first, and we worked strenuously, both of us. Every day I was up at dawn, clearing, planting, working on my house, and at night when I threw myself on my bed

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