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The Spirited Honeymoon9
That night they slept in a dirty little room in a peasant`s house in Resnia, and in the middle of the night Amanda woke up with a start and heard Benham talking. He seemed to be sitting up as he talked. But he was not talking to her and his voice sounded strange.
"Flies," he said, "in the sunlight!"
He was silent for a time and then he repeated the same words.
Then suddenly he began to declaim. "Oh! Brutes together. Apes. Apes with knives. Have they no lord, no master, to save them from such things? This is the life of men when no man rules. . . . When no man rules. . . . Not even himself. . . . It is because we are idle, because we keep our wits slack and our wills weak that these poor devils live in hell. These things happen here and everywhere when the hand that rules grows weak. Away in China now they are happening. Persia. Africa. . . . Russia staggers. And I who should serve the law, I who should keep order, wander and make love. . . . My God! may I never forget! May I never forget! Flies in the sunlight! That man`s face. And those six men!
"Grip the savage by the throat.
"The weak savage in the foreign office, the weak savage at the party headquarters, feud and indolence and folly. It is all one world. This and that are all one thing. The spites of London and the mutilations of Macedonia. The maggots that eat men`s faces and the maggots that rot their minds. Rot their minds. Rot their minds. Rot their minds. . . ."
To Amanda it sounded like delirium.
"CHEETAH!" she said suddenly between remonstrance and a cry of terror.
The darkness suddenly became quite still. He did not move.
She was afraid. "Cheetah!" she said again.
"What is it, Amanda?"
"I thought--. Are you all right?"
"Quite."
"But do you feel well?"
"I`ve got this cold I caught in Ochrida. I suppose I`m feverish. But--yes, I`m well."
"You were talking."
Silence for a time.
"I was thinking," he said.
"You talked."
"I`m sorry," he said after another long pause.
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