But at last, after
hours of waiting, the faint tuning of musicle instruments was
heard.
From that time I lived in a daze. I have never before felt
so strange. I have known and respected the Other Sex, and indeed
once or twise been kissed by it. But I had remained Cold. My
Pulses had never flutered. I was always conserned only with the
fear that others had overseen and would perhaps tell. But now--I
did not care who would see, if only Adrian would put his arms
about me. Divine shamlessness! Brave Rapture! For if one who he
could not possably love, being so close to her in her make-up,
if one who was indeed employed to be made Love to, could submit
in public to his embrases, why should not I, who would have died
for him?
These were my thoughts as the Play went on. The hours flew
on joyous feet. When Adrian came to the footlights and looking
aparently square at me, declaimed: "The World owes me a living.
I will have it," I almost swooned. His clothes were worn. He
looked hungry and ghaunt. But how true that
"Rags are royal raimant, when worn for virtue's sake."
(I shall stop here and go down to the Pantrey.
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