e said that you had a wonderful memory
which only needed exercising. He said it after he looked over the list
you made of the things you had seen in the Tower."
The Rat shuffled on his sofa and clasped his knees tighter.
"Did he? Did he?" he said.
He rested his chin upon his knees for a few minutes and stared straight
before him. Then he turned to the bed.
"Marco," he said, in a rather hoarse voice, a queer voice; "are you
jealous?"
"Jealous," said Marco; "why?"
"I mean, have you ever been jealous? Do you know what it is like?"
"I don't think I do," answered Marco, staring a little.
"Are you ever jealous of Lazarus because he's always with your
father--because he's with him oftener than you are--and knows about his
work--and can do things for him you can't? I mean, are you jealous
of--your father?"
Marco loosed his arms from his knees and lay down flat on his pillow.
"No, I'm not. The more people love and serve him, the better," he
said. "The only thing I care for is--is him. I just care for HIM.
Lazarus does too. Don't you?"
The Rat was greatly excited internally. He had been thinking of this
thing a great deal. The thought had sometimes terrified him. He might
as well have it out now if he could. If he could get at the truth,
everything would be easier. But would Marco really tell him?
"Don't you mind?" he said, still hoarse and eager--"don't you mind how
much I care for him? Could it ever make you feel savage? Could it
ever set you thinking I was nothing but--what I am--and that it was
cheek of me to push myself in and fasten on to a gentleman who only
took me up for charity? Here's the living truth," he ended in an
outburst; "if I were you and you were me, that's what I should be
thinking. I know it is. I couldn't help it. I should see every low
thing there was in you, in your manners and your voice and your looks.
I should see nothing but the contrast between you and me and between
you and him. I should be so jealous that I should just rage. I should
HATE you--and I should DESPISE you!"
He had wrought himself up to such a passion of feeling that he set
Marco thinking that what he was hearing meant strange and strong
emotions such as he himself had never experienced. The Rat had been
thinking over all this in secret for some time, it was evident. Marco
lay still a few minutes and thought it over. Then he found something to
say, just as he had found something befo
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