"By your expression, the tone of your voice."
"You are right. Somehow I can't help connecting them. I told Valentine so to-night. He has been with me to see Marr's body."
"You have just come from that deathbed now?"
"Yes."
Julian sketched rapidly the events of the European Hotel, but he left to the last the immense impression made upon him by the expression of the dead man.
"He looked so happy, so good, that at first I could not recognize him," he said. "His face, dead, was the most absolutely direct contradiction possible of his face, alive. He was not the same man."
"The man was gone, you see, Addison."
"Yes. But, then, what was it which remained to work this change in the body?"
"Death gives a strange calm. The relaxing of sinews, the droop of limbs and features, the absolute absence of motion, of breathing, work up an impression."
"But there was something more here,—more than peace. There was a—well, a strong happiness and a goodness. And Marr had always struck me as an atrociously bad lot. I think I told you."