THE SACRED FOUNT
I can see again now the long look that, on this, he gave me. I made out already much of what was in it. "So then do I!"
"But how in the world———? I know, for myself, how I know."
"So then do I," he after a moment repeated.
"And can you tell me?"
"Certainly. But what I've already named to you—the torch of your analogy."
I turned this over. "You've made evidently an admirable use of it. But the wonderful thing is that you seem to have done so without having all the elements."
He on his side considered. "What do you call all the elements?"
"Oh, it would take me long to tell you!" I couldn't help laughing at the comparative simplicity with which he asked it. "That's the sort of thing we just now spoke of taking a day for. At any rate, such as they are, these elements," I went on, "I believe myself practically in possession of them. But what I don't quite see is how you can be."
Well, he was able to tell me. "Why in the world shouldn't your analogy have put me?" He spoke with gaiety, but with lucidity. "I'm not an idiot either."
"I see." But there was so much!
"Did you think I was?" he amiably asked.
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