“Did you enjoy life?”
“Why, yes. It was surprising the amount of evil one could bring about in a day and yet be entirely innocent oneself.”
He looked at me.
“Ah! be careful, Genius. You are giving yourself away. That is Vestasian’s peculiarity. Were you at all well acquainted with Plucritus?”
“Why, yes. Before I was dropped willy-nilly in the little farm he and I were very friendly. He was such excellent company.”
“And Virginius—had you known him?”
“Yes, but I never understood him. He had a way of looking which was very puzzling, almost annoying. Moreover, he persisted in acting as if I had lived for ever, a phase of existence I do not remember at all.”
“And Vestasian?”
“I never saw him till I went to hell.”
“Never saw him?”