“She doesn’t know. “So you’d best open your coffers. ’
‘But you do not make love,’ Melusine pointed out. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. Courtlaw opened his lips, but
remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. 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. What hotel should she go to? If she told a
cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might
drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she
required. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’
‘Certainly I was following. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to
him. The thing is to get the patient on his feet. She
answered him almost coldly.
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