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At
such
times
I
could
not
help
remarking
and
admiring
(
although
from
his
rich
ideality
I
had
been
prepared
to
expect
it
)
a
peculiar
analytic
ability
in
Dupin
.
He
seemed
,
too
,
to
take
an
eager
delight
in
its
exercise
--
if
not
exactly
in
its
display
--
and
did
not
hesitate
to
confess
the
pleasure
thus
derived
.
He
boasted
to
me
,
with
a
low
chuckling
laugh
,
that
most
men
,
in
respect
to
himself
,
wore
windows
in
their
bosoms
,
and
was
wont
to
follow
up
such
assertions
by
direct
and
very
startling
proofs
of
his
intimate
knowledge
of
my
own
.
His
manner
at
these
moments
was
frigid
and
abstract
;
his
eyes
were
vacant
in
expression
;
while
his
voice
,
usually
a
rich
tenor
,
rose
into
a
treble
which
would
have
sounded
petulantly
but
for
the
deliberateness
and
entire
distinctness
of
the
enunciation
.
Observing
him
in
these
moods
,
I
often
dwelt
meditatively
upon
the
old
philosophy
of
the
Bi-Part
Soul
,
and
amused
myself
with
the
fancy
of
a
double
Dupin
--
the
creative
and
the
resolvent
.
Let
it
not
be
supposed
,
from
what
I
have
just
said
,
that
I
am
detailing
any
mystery
,
or
penning
any
romance
.
What
I
have
described
in
the
Frenchman
,
was
merely
the
result
of
an
excited
,
or
perhaps
of
a
diseased
intelligence
.
But
of
the
character
of
his
remarks
at
the
periods
in
question
an
example
will
best
convey
the
idea
.
We
were
strolling
one
night
down
a
long
dirty
street
,
in
the
vicinity
of
the
Palais
Royal
.
Being
both
,
apparently
,
occupied
with
thought
,
neither
of
us
had
spoken
a
syllable
for
fifteen
minutes
at
least
.
All
at
once
Dupin
broke
forth
with
these
words
:
--
"
He
is
a
very
little
fellow
,
that
's
true
,
and
would
do
better
for
the
Theatre
des
Varietes
.
"
"
There
can
be
no
doubt
of
that
,
"
I
replied
unwittingly
,
and
not
at
first
observing
(
so
much
had
I
been
absorbed
in
reflection
)
the
extraordinary
manner
in
which
the
speaker
had
chimed
in
with
my
meditations
.
In
an
instant
afterward
I
recollected
myself
,
and
my
astonishment
was
profound
.
"
Dupin
,
"
said
I
,
gravely
,
"
this
is
beyond
my
comprehension
.
I
do
not
hesitate
to
say
that
I
am
amazed
,
and
can
scarcely
credit
my
senses
.
How
was
it
possible
you
should
know
I
was
thinking
of
--
?
"
Here
I
paused
,
to
ascertain
beyond
a
doubt
whether
he
really
knew
of
whom
I
thought
.
--
"
of
Chantilly
,
"
said
he
,
"
why
do
you
pause
?
You
were
remarking
to
yourself
that
his
diminutive
figure
unfitted
him
for
tragedy
.
"
This
was
precisely
what
had
formed
the
subject
of
my
reflections
.
Chantilly
was
a
quondam
cobbler
of
the
Rue
St.
Denis
,
who
,
becoming
stage-mad
,
had
attempted
the
role
of
Xerxes
,
in
Crebillon
's
tragedy
so
called
,
and
been
notoriously
Pasquinaded
for
his
pains
.
