“The Nervina?” he asked, “The Nervina—what do you know about the Nervina?”
“Nothing. You mentioned her just now.”
His mind seemed to ramble. He looked about the room rather fearfully. Perhaps he was afraid.
“Did I mention her? I don't know, Harry, my wits are muddled. The Nervina? She is a goddess. Never was and never will be woman. She loves; she never hates, and still again she does not love. She is beautiful; too beautiful for man. I've quit trying.”
“Is she Rhamda's wife?”
His eyes lit fire.
“No!”
“Do you love her?”
He went blank again; but at last he spoke slowly.
“No, I don't love her. What's the use? She's not for me. I did; but I learned better. I was after the professor—and the Blind Spot. She—”