Evanthia had to adjust herself to new and startling conditions. The
swart Hellene stood no nonsense from his handsome mistress. He beat her
every day, on the principle that if she had not done anything she was
going to do something. When Evanthia began her tantrums he tried to beat
her, too, but she showed so ugly a dexterity with a knife that he
desisted and decided to starve her out. He cheerfully gave her money to
run away to Saloniki, laughing harshly when she announced her intention
of working for a living as a seamstress. She arrived in Saloniki to hear
stirring news. She was about to enter a carriage to drive to the house
of a friend of the Hellene, a gentleman named Dainopoulos, when a young
man with glorious blond hair and little golden moustache, his blue eyes
wide open and very anxious, almost pushed her away and got in, giving
the driver an address. This was the beginning of her adventures. The
young man explained the extreme urgency of his business, offered to do
anything in his power if she would let him have the carriage at once.
She got in with him, and he told her his news breathlessly: War. It
seemed a formidable thing to him. To her, life was war. She had no
knowledge of what war meant to him in his country. To her London,
Berlin, Paris were replicas of Constantinople, cosmopolitan rookeries
where one could meet interesting men. Saloniki immediately became a
charming place for Evanthia Solaris. The young man was the vice-consul.
His father was a wealthy ship-chandler at Stettin, and he himself had
been everywhere. It was he who first confirmed her vague gropings after
what one might call, for want of a better word, gentility. She was
shrewd enough to suspect that the crude and disorderly squabbling in the
Pera villa, or the grotesque bullying on the tobacco plantation, were
not the highest manifestations of human culture. As has been hinted, she
was sure there were people in the world who lived lives of virtuous
ease, as opposed to what she had been accustomed. Their existence was
confirmed by her new friend. He was the first man she had liked. Later
she became infatuated with him. In between these two periods she learned
to love someone in the world besides herself.
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