This personage had
been Aylmer's under-worker during his whole scientific career, and was
admirably fitted for that office by his great mechanical readiness,
and the skill with which, while incapable of comprehending a single
principle, he executed all the practical details of his master's
experiments. With his vast strength, his shaggy hair, his smoky
aspect, and the indescribable earthiness that encrusted him, he seemed
to represent man's physical nature; while Aylmer's slender figure, and
pale, intellectual face, were no less apt a type of the spiritual
element.
"Throw open the door of the boudoir, Aminadab," said Aylmer, "and
burn a pastille."
"Yes, master," answered Aminadab, looking intently at the
lifeless form of Georgiana; and then he muttered to himself: "If she
were my wife, I'd never part with that birthmark."
When Georgiana recovered consciousness, she found herself breathing
an atmosphere of penetrating fragrance, the gentle potency of which
had recalled her from her death-like faintness. The scene around her
looked like enchantment. Aylmer had converted those smoky, dingy,
sombre rooms, where he had spent his brightest years in recondite
pursuits, into a series of beautiful apartments, not unfit to be the
secluded abode of a lovely woman.
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