Everything she heard might have some bearing on the
circumstances which she had discussed with Dr Porhoet times out of
number. She had never been able to pin him down to an affirmation of
faith. Certain strange things had manifestly happened, but what the
explanation of them was, no man could say. He offered analogies from
his well-stored memory. He gave her books to read till she was saturated
with occult science. At one moment, she was inclined to throw them all
aside impatiently, and, at another, was ready to believe that everything
was possible.
Dr Porhoet stood up and stretched out a meditative finger. He spoke in
that agreeably academic manner which, at the beginning of their
acquaintance, had always entertained Susie, because it contrasted so
absurdly with his fantastic utterances.
'It was a strange dream that these wizards cherished. They sought to make
themselves beloved of those they cared for and to revenge themselves on
those they hated; but, above all, they sought to become greater than the
common run of men and to wield the power of the gods.
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