ARTHUR
19

There was only one thing that wanted to lift me to dizzying heights and give me a place among the stars in heaven. My likeness to her brother had affected this woman forcibly; but I was not her brother. I was elevated to a level with him and made tenant of the same house. Some relationships will happen between us. Time will be a barrier of levels and build intimacy, and this sexual relationship can foster love and end in a marriage— !

These images are too luminous and broad to allow me to be inactive for longer. I shot forward into the open air. The furore of these delicious thoughts in some time subsided, and gave way to images related to my current situation. My curiosity awakens. To date I have not seen much of the city, and the opportunity to observe this should not be ignored. Therefore I went down several streets, attentively examining the objects that appeared in sequence.

Finally, it occurred to me to look for the house where I had recently been buried. I am not without hope that someday I should be able to understand the tropes and enlighten the obscurity that hung about the dialogue last night.

The house is easy to find. I looked back at the courtyard and the gate I had passed through. That big house is the first order in size and decoration. This is not the limit of my current discovery, because I am blessed with a belief that will make me step foot to investigate the surrounding environment. I searched for suitable intelligence media. The opposite and adjacent houses were small in size, and seemed to be occupied by people of the incapable class. In one of them there was a sign indicating that it was the residence of a tailor. Sitting on a bench at the door was a young man, with a rough key that was not combed, his button pants were not buttoned, stockings were not tied, shoes were loose and not tied, and the face was not washed, staring stupidly from empty eyes. The aspect is adorned with good nature, despite showing ignorance.

This is the only person in sight. He might be able to say something about his luxurious neighbor. Therefore, to him, I decided to apply. I approached him, and, pointing to the house in question, asked who lived there.

He replied, "Mr Matthews."

"What is his profession, his way of life?"

"A gentleman. He's done nothing but walk around."

"How long has he been married?"

"Married! She is not married as I know. She's never been married. He's a bachelor."

This intelligence is unexpected. It made me pause for a moment to reflect on whether I had not mistaken the house. This, however, seems impossible. I updated my question.

"A bachelor, you say? Are you not wrong?"

"Old man? Does he live alone? What's family?"

"No, he doesn't live alone. He has a nephew who lives with him. She was married, and her husband also lived there."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know. I've never heard it as I know."

"What's the trade?"

"He's a merchant; he keeps a shop somewhere or another; but I don't know where."

"How long has he been married?"

"About two years. They've lost a child lately. The young woman was devastated. They say he was pretty crazy a few days because of the boy's death; and he hasn't really come out of grief . To-of course, the child is a sweet little thing; but they don't need to make such a mess. I'll fight 'they'll have enough of them before they die.

"What is the character of the young man? Where was he born and educated? Is he a parent or a brother?"

My colleague was not able to answer these questions, and I left him with a little extra importance to the knowledge I already had.