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it till it was burned to the ground and not a stick remained.โ€

I did not speak for a while, for I was thinking. Then I said:

โ€œHe remained the same to the end, then.โ€

โ€œDo you understand? I must tell you that I thought it my duty to dissuade her.โ€

โ€œEven after what you have just said?โ€

โ€œYes; for I knew that here was a work of genius, and I did not think we had the right to deprive the world of it. But Ata would not listen to me. She had promised. I would not stay to witness the barbarous deed, and it was only afterwards that I heard what she had done. She poured paraffin on the dry floors and on the pandanus-mats, and then she set fire. In a little while nothing remained but smouldering embers, and a great masterpiece existed no longer.

โ€œI think Strickland knew it was a masterpiece. He had achieved what he wanted. His life was complete. He had made a world and saw that it was good. Then, in pride and contempt, he destroyed it.โ€

โ€œBut I must show you my picture,โ€ said Dr. Coutras, moving on.

โ€œWhat happened to Ata and the child?โ€

โ€œThey went to the Marquesas. She had relations there. I have heard that the boy works on one of Cameronโ€™s schooners. They say he is very like his father in appearance.โ€

At the door that led from the verandah to the doctorโ€™s consulting-room, he paused and smiled.

โ€œIt is a fruit-piece. You would think it not a very suitable picture for a doctorโ€™s consulting-room, but my wife will not have it in the drawing-room. She says it is frankly obscene.โ€

โ€œA fruit-piece!โ€ I exclaimed in surprise.

We entered the room, and my eyes fell at once on the picture. I looked at it for a long time.

It was a pile of mangoes, bananas, oranges, and I know not what and at first sight it was an innocent picture enough. It would have been passed in an exhibition of the Post-Impressionists by a careless person as an excellent but not very remarkable example of the school; but perhaps afterwards it would come back to his recollection, and he would wonder why. I do not think then he could ever entirely forget it.

The colours were so strange that words can hardly tell what a troubling emotion they gave. They were sombre blues, opaque like a delicately carved bowl in lapis lazuli, and yet with a quivering lustre that suggested the palpitation of mysterious life; there were purples, horrible like raw and putrid flesh, and yet with a glowing, sensual passion that called up vague memories of the Roman Empire of Heliogabalus; there were reds, shrill like the berries of hollyโ โ€”one thought of Christmas in England, and the snow, the good cheer, and the pleasure of childrenโ โ€”and yet by some magic softened till they had the swooning tenderness of a doveโ€™s breast; there were deep yellows that died with an unnatural passion into a green as fragrant as the spring and as pure as the sparkling water of a mountain brook. Who can tell what anguished fancy made these fruits? They belonged to a Polynesian garden of the Hesperides. There was something strangely alive in them, as though they were created in a stage of the earthโ€™s dark history when things were not irrevocably fixed to their forms. They were extravagantly luxurious. They were heavy with tropical odours. They seemed to possess a sombre passion of their own. It was enchanted fruit, to taste which might open the gateway to God knows what secrets of the soul and to mysterious palaces of the imagination. They were sullen with unawaited dangers, and to eat them might turn a man to beast or god. All that was healthy and natural, all that clung to happy relationships and the simple joys of simple men, shrunk from them in dismay; and yet a fearful attraction was in them, and, like the fruit on the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil they were terrible with the possibilities of the Unknown.

At last I turned away. I felt that Strickland had kept his secret to the grave.

โ€œVoyons, Rene, mon ami,โ€ came the loud, cheerful voice of Madame Coutras, โ€œwhat are you doing all this time? Here are the aperitifs. Ask Monsieur if he will not drink a little glass of Quinquina Dubonnet.โ€

โ€œVolontiers, Madame,โ€ I said, going out on to the verandah.

The spell was broken.

LVIII

The time came for my departure from Tahiti. According to the gracious custom of the island, presents were given me by the persons with whom I had been thrown in contactโ โ€”baskets made of the leaves of the coconut tree, mats of pandanus, fans; and Tiarรฉ gave me three little pearls and three jars of guava-jelly made with her own plump hands. When the mail-boat, stopping for twenty-four hours on its way from Wellington to San Francisco, blew the whistle that warned the passengers to get on board, Tiarรฉ clasped me to her vast bosom, so that I seemed to sink into a billowy sea, and pressed her red lips to mine. Tears glistened in her eyes. And when we steamed slowly out of the lagoon, making our way gingerly through the opening in the reef, and then steered for the open sea, a certain melancholy fell upon me. The breeze was laden still with the pleasant odours of the land. Tahiti is very far away, and I knew that I should never see it again. A chapter of my life was closed, and I felt a little nearer to inevitable death.

Not much more than a month later I was in London; and after I had arranged certain matters which claimed my immediate attention, thinking Mrs. Strickland might like to hear what I knew of her husbandโ€™s last years, I wrote to her. I had not seen her since long before the war, and I had to look out her address in the telephone-book. She made an appointment,

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