What brings you here?”
“I’m here to see my uncle. You have not forgotten——”
“I have forgotten nothing?” he answered, enigmatically. “Sufficient unto me is the
change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. They made a stratum into which Ann
Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house
tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with
Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and
obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the
second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain
was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the
people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the
auditorium were resuming.
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