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As if a magician's wand had touched him, the garland of roses

transformed him into a vision of Oriental beauty. His cheeks were



the color of crushed grapes, and his dusky eyes glowed with a

languishing fire.



"Sapristi!" exclaimed Arobin.

But Mrs. Highcamp had one more touch to add to the picture.



She took from the back of her chair a white silken scarf, with

which she had covered her shoulders in the early part of the



evening. She draped it across the boy in graceful folds, and in a

way to conceal his black, conventional evening dress. He did not



seem to mind what she did to him, only smiled, showing a faint

gleam of white teeth, while he continued to gaze with narrowing



eyes at the light through his glass of champagne.

"Oh! to be able to paint in color rather than in words!"



exclaimed Miss Mayblunt, losing herself in a rhapsodic dream

as she looked at him,



"`There was a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on

a ground of gold.'" murmured Gouvernail, under his breath.



The effect of the wine upon Victor was to change his

accustomed volubility into silence. He seemed to have abandoned



himself to a reverie, and to be seeingpleasingvisions in the

amber bead.



"Sing," entreated Mrs. Highcamp. "Won't you sing to us?"

"Let him alone," said Arobin.



"He's posing," offered Mr. Merriman; "let him have it out."

"I believe he's paralyzed," laughed Mrs. Merriman. And



leaning over the youth's chair, she took the glass from his hand

and held it to his lips. He sipped the wine slowly, and when he



had drained the glass she laid it upon the table and wiped his lips

with her little filmy handkerchief.



"Yes, I'll sing for you," he said, turning in his chair toward

Mrs. Highcamp. He clasped his hands behind his head, and looking



up at the ceiling began to hum a little, trying his voice like a

musician tuning an instrument. Then, looking at Edna, he began to



sing:

"Ah! si tu savais!"



"Stop!" she cried, "don't sing that. I don't want you to sing

it," and she laid her glass so impetuously and blindly upon the



table as to shatter it against a carafe. The wine spilled over

Arobin's legs and some of it trickled down upon Mrs. Highcamp's



black gauze gown. Victor had lost all idea of courtesy, or else he

thought his hostess was not in earnest, for he laughed and went on:



"Ah! si tu savais

Ce que tes yeux me disent"--



"Oh! you mustn't! you mustn't," exclaimed Edna, and pushing

back her chair she got up, and going behind him placed her hand



over his mouth. He kissed the soft palm that pressed upon his

lips.



"No, no, I won't, Mrs. Pontellier. I didn't know you meant

it," looking up at her with caressing eyes. The touch of his lips



was like a pleasing sting to her hand. She lifted the garland of

roses from his head and flung it across the room.



"Come, Victor; you've posed long enough. Give Mrs. Highcamp

her scarf."



Mrs. Highcamp undraped the scarf from about him with her own

hands. Miss Mayblunt and Mr. Gouvernail suddenly conceived the



notion that it was time to say good night. And Mr. and Mrs.

Merriman wondered how it could be so late.



Before parting from Victor, Mrs. Highcamp invited him to call

upon her daughter, who she knew would be charmed to meet him and



talk French and sing French songs with him. Victor expressed his

desire and intention to call upon Miss Highcamp at the first



opportunity which presented itself. He asked if Arobin were going

his way. Arobin was not.



The mandolin players had long since stolen away. A profound

stillness had fallen upon the broad, beautiful street. The voices



of Edna's disbanding guests jarred like a discordant note upon the

quiet harmony of the night.



XXXI

"Well?" questioned Arobin, who had remained with Edna after



the others had departed.

"Well," she reiterated, and stood up, stretching her arms, and



feeling the need to relax her muscles after having been so long

seated.






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