And she stretched her hand to him, which Svirski raised to his lips.
"Till to-morrow--and every day. Till we meet again!"
Pani Elzen, when alone with Kresovich, looked at him inquiringly, and
asked,--
"What is the trouble with Romulus?"
The student grew paler than usual, and answered almost rudely,--
"Nothing."
"What does this mean?" asked she, with a frown.
"It means--dismiss me, otherwise--I shall go mad!" And turning he walked
out. Pani Elzen stood for a moment with flashes of anger in her eyes and
with wrinkled brows; but her forehead smoothed gradually. She was
thirty-five years of age, it is true, but here was a fresh proof that no
man had thus far been able to resist her. Next moment she went to the
mirror as if to seek in it confirmation of that thought.
Svirski returned to Nice in a car without other passengers; he raised to
his face from moment to moment a hand which retained the odor of
heliotrope. He felt disturbed, but also happy; and the blood was rushing
to his head, for his nostrils were inhaling Pani Elzen's favorite
perfume.
CHAPTER III.
Next morning the artist woke with a heavy head, as if after a night
spent in drinking, and, moreover, with great alarm in his heart. When
light falls in the daytime on theatrical decorations, that which seemed
magic the night before looks a daub. In life, the same thing takes
place. Nothing unexpected had happened to Svirski. He knew that he had
been going toward this, that he must go to it; but now, when the latch
had fallen, he had a feeling of incomprehensible fear. He understood
that as late as yesterday he might have withdrawn; and regret took
possession of him. In vain did he repeat to himself that it was not the
time for reasoning. Various reproaches which formerly he had made to
himself regarding Pani Elzen, and above all regarding marriage with her,
returned to him with renewed force. The voice which formerly had
whispered unceasingly in his ear, "Do not be a fool!" began to cry,
"Thou art a fool!" And he could not put down this voice either by
arguments, or by repeating, "It has happened!" for reason told him that
the folly had become a fact, and that the cause lay in his own weakness.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account