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"'
Butterfly
?
"
he
asked
,
with
an
unbelieving
and
humorous
eagerness
.
"'
Nothing
so
perfect
,
"
I
answered
,
feeling
suddenly
dispirited
with
all
sorts
of
doubts
.
"
A
man
!
"
"'
Ach
so
!
"
he
murmured
,
and
his
smiling
countenance
,
turned
to
me
,
became
grave
.
Then
after
looking
at
me
for
a
while
he
said
slowly
,
"
Well
--
I
am
a
man
too
.
"
'
Here
you
have
him
as
he
was
;
he
knew
how
to
be
so
generously
encouraging
as
to
make
a
scrupulous
man
hesitate
on
the
brink
of
confidence
;
but
if
I
did
hesitate
it
was
not
for
long
.
'
He
heard
me
out
,
sitting
with
crossed
legs
.
Sometimes
his
head
would
disappear
completely
in
a
great
eruption
of
smoke
,
and
a
sympathetic
growl
would
come
out
from
the
cloud
.
When
I
finished
he
uncrossed
his
legs
,
laid
down
his
pipe
,
leaned
forward
towards
me
earnestly
with
his
elbows
on
the
arms
of
his
chair
,
the
tips
of
his
fingers
together
.
"'
I
understand
very
well
.
He
is
romantic
.
"
'
He
had
diagnosed
the
case
for
me
,
and
at
first
I
was
quite
startled
to
find
how
simple
it
was
;
and
indeed
our
conference
resembled
so
much
a
medical
consultation
--
Stein
,
of
learned
aspect
,
sitting
in
an
arm-chair
before
his
desk
;
I
,
anxious
,
in
another
,
facing
him
,
but
a
little
to
one
side
--
that
it
seemed
natural
to
ask
--
"'
What
's
good
for
it
?
"
'
He
lifted
up
a
long
forefinger
.
