feet from the road。
〃You can find good English inns left by accident everywhere； like fossils；〃 explained the Professor。 〃I once found a decent place in the West End。〃
〃I suppose；〃 said Syme； smiling； 〃that this is the corresponding decent place in the East End？〃
〃It is；〃 said the Professor reverently； and went in。
In that place they dined and slept； both very thoroughly。 The beans and bacon； which these unaccountable people cooked well； the astonishing emergence of Burgundy from their cellars； crowned Syme's sense of a new comradeship and comfort。 Through all this ordeal his root horror had been isolation； and there are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally。 It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two。 But two is not twice one； two is two thousand times one。 That is why； in spite of a hundred disadvantages； the world will always return to monogamy。
Syme was able to pour out for the first time the whole of his outrageous tale； from the time when Gregory had taken him to the little tavern by the river。 He did it idly and amply； in a luxuriant monologue； as a man speaks with very old friends。 On his side； also； the man who had impersonated Professor de Worms was not less communicative。 His own story was almost as silly as Syme's。
〃That's a good get…up of yours；〃 said Syme； draining a glass of Macon； 〃a lot better than old Gogol's。 Even at the start I thought he was a bit too hairy。〃
〃A difference of artistic theory；〃 replied the Professor pensively。 〃Gogol was an idealist。 He made up as the abstract or platonic ideal of an anarchist。 But I am a realist。 I am a portrait painter。 But； indeed； to say that I am a portrait painter is an inadequate expression。 I am a portrait。〃
〃I don't understand you；〃 said Syme。
〃I am a portrait；〃 repeated the Professor。 〃I am a portrait of the celebrated Professor de Worms； who is； I believe； in Naples。〃
〃You mean you are made up like him；〃 said Syme。 〃But doesn't he know that you are taking his nose in vain？〃
〃He knows it right enough；〃 replied his friend cheerfully。
〃Then why doesn't he denounce you？〃
〃I have denounced him；〃 answered the Professor。
〃Do explain yourself；〃 said Syme。
〃With pleasure； if you don't mind hearing my story；〃 replied the eminent foreign philosopher。 〃I am by profession an actor； and my name is Wilks。 When I was on the stage I mixed with all sorts of Bohemian and blackguard company。 Sometimes I touched the edge of the turf； sometimes the riff…raff of the arts； and occasionally the political refugee。 In some den of exiled dreamers I was introduced to the great German Nihilist philosopher； Professor de Worms。 I did not gather much about him beyond his appearance； which was very disgusting； and which I studied carefully。 I understood that he had proved that the destructive principle in the universe was God； hence he insisted on the need for a furious and incessant energy； rending all things in pieces。 Energy； he said； was the All。 He was lame； shortsighted； and partially paralytic。 When I met him I was in a frivolous mood； and I disliked him so much that I resolved to imitate him。 If I had been a draughtsman I would have drawn a caricature。 I was only an actor； I could only act a caricature。 I made myself up into what was meant for a wild exaggeration of the old Professor's dirty old self。 When I went into the room full of his supporters I expected to be received with a roar of laughter； or （if they were too far gone） with a roar of indignation at the insult。 I cannot describe the surprise I felt when my entrance was received with a respectful silence； followed （when I had first opened my lips） with a murmur of admiration。 The curse of the perfect artist had fallen upon me。 I had been too subtle； I had been too true。 They thought I really was the great Nihilist Professor。 I was a healthy…minded young man at the time； and I confess that it was a blow。 Before I could fully recover； however； two or three of these admirers ran up to me radiating indignation； and told me that a public insult had been put upon me in the next room。 I inquired its nature。 It seemed that an impertinent fellow had dressed himself up as a preposterous parody of myself。 I had drunk more champagne than was good for me； and in a flash of folly I decided to see the situation through。 Consequently it was to meet the glare of the company and my own lifted eyebrows and freezing eyes that the real Professor came into the room。
〃I need hardly say there was a collision。 The pessimists all round me looked anxiously from one Professor to the other Professor to see which was really the more feeble。 But I won。 An old man in poor health； like my rival； could not be expected to be so impressively feeble as a young actor in the prime of life。 You see； he really had paralysis； and working within this definite limitation； he couldn't be so jolly paralytic as I was。 Then he tried to blast my claims intellectually。 I countered that by a very simple dodge。 Whenever he said something that nobody but he could understand； I replied with something which I could not even understand myself。 'I don't fancy；' he said； 'that you could have worked out the principle that evolution is only negation； since there inheres in it the introduction of lacuna； which are an essential of differentiation。' I replied quite scornfully； 'You read all that up in Pinckwerts； the notion that involution functioned eugenically was exposed long ago by Glumpe。' It is unnecessary for me to say that there never were such people as Pinckwerts and Glumpe。 But the people all round （rather to my surprise） seemed to remember them quite well； and the Professor； finding that the learned and mysterious method left him rather at the mercy of an enemy slightly deficient in scruples； fell back upon a more popular form of wit。 'I see；' he sneered； 'you prevail like the false pig in Aesop。' 'And you fail；' I answered； smiling； 'like the hedgehog in Montaigne。' Need I say that there is no hedgehog in Montaigne？ 'Your claptrap comes off；' he said； 'so would your beard。' I had no intelligent answer to this； which was quite true and rather witty。 But I laughed heartily； answered； 'Like the Pantheist's boots；' at random； and turned on my heel with all the honours of victory。 The real Professor was thrown out； but not with violence； though one man tried very patiently to pull off his nose。 He is now； I believe； received everywhere in Europe as a delightful impostor。 His apparent earnestness and anger； you see； make him all the more entertaining。〃
〃Well；〃 said Syme； 〃I can understand your putting on his dirty old beard for a night's practical joke； but I don't understand your never taking it off again。〃
〃That is the rest of the story；〃 said the impersonator。 〃When I myself left the company； followed by reverent applause； I went limping down the dark street； hoping that I should soon be far enough away to be able to walk like a human being。 To my astonishment； as I was turning the corner； I felt a touch on the shoulder； and turning； found myself under the shadow of an enormous policeman。 He told me I was wanted。 I struck a sort of paralytic attitude； and cried in a high German accent； 'Yes； I am wantedby the oppressed of the world。 You are arresting me on the charge of being the great anarchist； Professor de Worms。' The policeman impassively consulted a paper in his hand； 'No； sir；' he said civilly； 'at least； not exactly； sir。 I am arresting you on the charge of not being the celebrated anarchist； Professor de Worms。' This charge； if it was criminal at all； was certainly the lighter of the two； and I went along with the man； doubtful； but not greatly dismayed。 I was shown into a number of rooms； and eventually into the presence of a police officer； who explained that a serious campaign had been opened against the centres of anarchy； and that this； my successful masquerade； might be of considerable value to the public safety。 He offered me a good salary and this little blue card。 Though our conversation was short； he struck me as a man of very massive common sense and humour； but I cannot tell you much about him personally； because〃
Syme laid down his knife and fork。
〃I know；〃 he said； 〃because you talked to him in a dark room。〃
Professor de Worms nodded and drained his glass。
CHAPTER IX
THE MAN IN SPECTACLES
〃BURGUNDY is a jolly thing；〃 said the Professor sadly； as he set his glass down。
〃You don't look as if it were；〃 said Syme； 〃you drink it as if it were medicine。〃
〃You must excuse my manner；〃 said the Professor dismally； 〃my position is rather a curious one。 Inside I am really bursting with boyish merriment； but I acted the paralytic Professor so well； that now I can't leave off。 So that when I am among friends； and have no need at all to disguise myself； I still can't help speaking slow and wrinkling my foreheadjust as if it were my forehead。 I can be quite happy； you understand； but only in a paralytic sort of way。 The most buoyant exclamations leap up in my heart； but they come out of my mouth quite different。 You should hear me say； 'Buck up； old cock！' It would bring tears to your eyes。〃
〃It does；〃 said Syme； 〃but I cannot help thinking that apart