To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality
in her tone. He was no longer in military uniform,
and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed
while preparing for an evening engagement. He, a Chinaman, troubling himself over
Occidental ideas! With his hands in his sleeves, he proceeded on his way. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and
probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. He
was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in
the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. I cannot work, I
cannot teach. Do you accept it?"
"Dear Thames!"
"Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love.
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