At Marget's it was like a funeral.She and Wilhelm sat together on the sofa, but said nothing, and not even holding hands.Both were steeped in gloom, and Marget's eyes were red from the crying she had been doing.
She said:
"I have been begging him to go, and come no more, and so save himself alive.I cannot bear to be his murderer.This house is bewitched, and no inmate will escape the fire.But he will not go, and he will be lost with the rest."Wilhelm said he would not go; if there was danger for her, his place was by her, and there he would remain.Then she began to cry again, and it was all so mournful that I wished I had stayed away.There was a knock, now, and Satan came in, fresh and cheery and beautiful, and brought that winy atmosphere of his and changed the whole thing.He never said a word about what had been happening, nor about the awful fears which were freezing the blood in the hearts of the community, but began to talk and rattle on about all manner of gay and pleasant things; and next about music--an artful stroke which cleared away the remnant of Marget's depression and brought her spirits and her interests broad awake.She had not heard any one talk so well and so knowingly on that subject before, and she was so uplifted by it and so charmed that what she was feeling lit up her face and came out in her words; and Wilhelm noticed it and did not look as pleased as he ought to have done.And next Satan branched off into poetry, and recited some, and did it well, and Marget was charmed again; and again Wilhelm was not as pleased as he ought to have been, and this time Marget noticed it and was remorseful.
I fell asleep to pleasant music that night--the patter of rain upon the panes and the dull growling of distant thunder.Away in the night Satan came and roused me and said: "Come with me.Where shall we go?""Anywhere--so it is with you."
Then there was a fierce glare of sunlight, and he said, "This is China."That was a grand surprise, and made me sort of drunk with vanity and gladness to think I had come so far--so much, much farther than anybody else in our village, including Bartel Sperling, who had such a great opinion of his travels.We buzzed around over that empire for more than half an hour, and saw the whole of it.It was wonderful, the spectacles we saw; and some were beautiful, others too horrible to think.For instance--However, I may go into that by and by, and also why Satan chose China for this excursion instead of another place; it would interrupt my tale to do it now.Finally we stopped flitting and lit.
We sat upon a mountain commanding a vast landscape of mountain-range and gorge and valley and plain and river, with cities and villages slumbering in the sunlight, and a glimpse of blue sea on the farther verge.It was a tranquil and dreamy picture, beautiful to the eye and restful to the spirit.If we could only make a change like that whenever we wanted to, the world would be easier to live in than it is, for change of scene shifts the mind's burdens to the other shoulder and banishes old, shop-worn wearinesses from mind and body both.
We talked together, and I had the idea of trying to reform Satan and persuade him to lead a better life.I told him about all those things he had been doing, and begged him to be more considerate and stop making people unhappy.I said I knew he did not mean any harm, but that he ought to stop and consider the possible consequences of a thing before launching it in that impulsive and random way of his; then he would not make so much trouble.He was not hurt by this plain speech; he only looked amused and surprised, and said:
"What? I do random things? Indeed, I never do.I stop and consider possible consequences? Where is the need? I know what the consequences are going to be--always.""Oh, Satan, then how could you do these things?""Well, I will tell you, and you must understand if you can.You belong to a singular race.Every man is a suffering-machine and a happiness-machine combined.The two functions work together harmoniously, with a fine and delicate precision, on the give-and-take principle.For every happiness turned out in the one department the other stands ready to modify it with a sorrow or a pain--maybe a dozen.In most cases the man's life is about equally divided between happiness and unhappiness.
When this is not the case the unhappiness predominates--always; never the other.Sometimes a man's make and disposition are such that his misery-machine is able to do nearly all the business.Such a man goes through life almost ignorant of what happiness is.Everything he touches, everything he does, brings a misfortune upon him.You have seen such people? To that kind of a person life is not an advantage, is it? It is only a disaster.Sometimes for an hour's happiness a man's machinery makes him pay years of misery.Don't you know that? It happens every now and then.I will give you a case or two presently.Now the people of your village are nothing to me--you know that, don't you?"I did not like to speak out too flatly, so I said I had suspected it.
"Well, it is true that they are nothing to me.It is not possible that they should be.The difference between them and me is abysmal, immeasurable.They have no intellect.""No intellect?"