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"
Which
he
did
not
believe
in
,
and
which
you
do
not
believe
in
!
"
returned
Lucio
,
regarding
me
fixedly
.
"
Why
do
you
now
seem
to
tremble
at
a
mere
sentimental
idea
?
If
fantastic
notions
such
as
God
,
the
Soul
,
and
the
Devil
were
real
facts
,
there
would
perhaps
be
cause
for
trembling
,
but
being
only
the
brainsick
imaginations
of
superstitious
mankind
,
there
is
nothing
in
them
to
awaken
the
slightest
anxiety
or
fear
.
"
"
But
you
"
--
I
began
--
"
you
say
you
believe
in
the
soul
?
"
"
I
?
I
am
brainsick
!
"
and
he
laughed
bitterly
--
"
Have
you
not
found
that
out
yet
?
Much
learning
hath
driven
me
mad
,
my
friend
!
Science
has
led
me
into
such
deep
wells
of
dark
discovery
,
that
it
is
no
wonder
if
my
senses
sometimes
reel
--
and
I
believe
--
at
such
insane
moments
--
in
the
Soul
!
"
I
sighed
heavily
.
"
I
think
I
will
go
to
bed
,
"
I
answered
.
"
I
am
tired
out
--
and
absolutely
miserable
!
"
"
Alas
,
poor
millionaire
!
"
said
Lucio
gently
--
"
I
am
sorry
,
I
assure
you
,
that
the
evening
has
ended
so
disastrously
.
"
"
So
am
I
!
"
I
returned
despondently
.
"
Imagine
it
!
"
he
went
on
,
dreamily
regarding
me
--
"
If
my
beliefs
--
my
crack-brained
theories
--
were
worth
anything
--
which
they
are
not
--
I
could
claim
the
only
positive
existing
part
of
our
late
acquaintance
Viscount
Lynton
!
But
--
where
and
how
to
send
in
my
account
with
him
?
If
I
were
Satan
now
...
.
"
I
forced
a
faint
smile
.
