London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
"It is. It’s not half as good. You must remember there’s nothing new
in all this. It’s been going on in the Mediterranean for thousands of
years, and it’s likely to go on for thousands of years more. It’s what
human nature is. What are you going to do about it? Would you abolish
luxury and pleasure? Not you. Do you imagine that God created the
shores of the Mediterranean and this climate for anything else but this?
What frightens you is the tremendous organization and concentration of
the affair. Nothing else. And let me tell you that this town is the
most interesting town on the coast just now. The fellow that’s got the
new concession for the casino is a bit of a genius. He’s moulding the
place into something fresh. It used to be the primmest place on earth.
He discovered that the English don’t want to be prim any more; he showed
them to themselves. Do you suppose all these women began to come here
on their own? They’re pawns in his great game. He brought them; but no
nice-minded person asks how, nor whether they really pay for their meals
or their rooms, nor how they manage to encourage big gambling in the
baccarat rooms. This fellow has put the wind up to the next town up the
coast: it used to be the most corrupt town in the whole of Europe, that
place used to be! And now the rival genius there is introducing large
families of children and nurses there in the hope of persuading the
English that they prefer to be prim and domestic after all. The fact is
these two geniuses are gambling against one another for far bigger
stakes than any of the baccarat maniacs. It’s a battle for the command
of the coast. That’s what it is. You don’t get the hang of it all at
once; but you will in time. Let’s dance."
Lilian was startled by the invitation, for they had not yet danced
together. She remembered how, on that night when he first talked to her
about herself, he had known that she was being deprived of an evening’s
dancing. They stood up as the chicken was being removed. She smiled at
him with fresh admiration. He had impregnated her with new ideas; he
had reassured her; he had justified her enjoyment; he was amazing; he
was mad about her, in his restrained style; and now he would
surprisingly dance with her.
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