Orpheus in Mayfair, and Other Stories and SketchesBaring, Maurice
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Orpheus in Mayfair, and Other Stories and Sketches
Baring, Maurice
English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories
“Elisinde rose from her chair as though the spirit of the music beckoned
her, but looking round she saw no partner to her taste. She sat down
again and stared at the fiddler. His eyes were fixed on her, and as she
looked at him his squalor and rags seemed to fade away and his blue eyes
that glittered like gold seemed to grow larger, and his hair to grow
brighter till it shone like fire. And he seemed to be caught in a rosy
cloud of light: tall, splendid, young, and glowing like a god.
“After this dance was over the Count rose, and he and his guests retired
to rest. The fiddler was given a purse full of money, and the Count gave
orders that he should be served refreshment in the kitchen.
“Elisinde went up to her bedroom, which overlooked the garden. She threw
the window wide open and looked out into the starry darkness. It was a
breathless summer night. The air was full of warm scents. Lights
still twinkled in the village; now and again a dog barked, otherwise
everything was still. She leant out of the window, and cried bitterly
because her lot was loathsome to her, and she had not a friend in the
world to whom she could confide her sorrow.
“While she was thus sobbing she heard a rustling in the bushes beneath;
she looked down and she saw a face looking up towards her, a beautiful
face, glistening in the moonlight. It was the fiddler.
“‘Elisinde,’ he called to her in a low voice, ‘if you want to escape I
have the means. Come with me; I love you, and I will save you from your
doom.’
“‘I would come with you to the end of the world,’ she said, ‘but how
can I get away from this castle?’
“He threw a rope ladder up to her. ‘Make it fast to the bar,’ he said,
‘and let yourself down.’
“She let herself down into the garden. ‘We can easily climb the wall
with this,’ he said; ‘but before you come I must tell you that if you
will be my bride your life will be hard and full of misery. Think before
you come.’
“‘Rather all the misery in the world,’ she said, ‘than the awful doom
that awaits me here. Besides which I love you, and we shall be very
happy.’
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