He
whispered in her ear. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions,
incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the
windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. ’
‘Bon,’ exclaimed Melusine, triumph soaring. (What was the name he had
given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be
a bundle of colours. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions,
with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all
coherent means of expression. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one
could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something
that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone.
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