English fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"I'm not teasing you, I simply want to finish my confessions. You must
dance three dances with me, and talk to me a lot after. Perhaps I shall
succeed in softening you and then you'll be more tractable. We dance
till midnight. After that we sup and converse till dawn. It seems there
are special complications and permissions for dancing and music in the
small hours, as one's neighbours above and below are apt to want to
sleep just then. Dora shirked the bother, especially as her French is so
weak and her husband's worse."
They went up the stairway and were warmly welcomed by Mrs. McCook. It
was a pleasant gathering of nice-looking men and pretty girls, but Paul
was only half alive to it. To him it was scarcely more than a mere
background for the further development of his drama. So far he took
these further love-affairs of Miss Brooke as the purest make-believe,
but all the same he was curiously uneasy and anxious to hear what she
had in mind to tell him.
When he could talk to her again, he could discover no trace in her
manner of her having lived through with him a supreme emotional moment.
The softness that had given him a glimpse of infinite love, and which he
had perhaps hoped might reveal itself again, was absent; in its place
the old niceness and the frank friendliness of comradeship, and with
them the old warning to him to stand back. She proceeded to give him
the promised account of her various lovers in a light, mocking mood.
"I began very early, much earlier than your simple country maiden. My
memories of childhood are rather hazy, but I should say I must have had
a lover before I was out of my cradle. But I was thirteen before my
heart was really moved. Since then I have been in love with so many men
that I really can't remember half of them. However, I'll try and pick
out those that affected me most seriously at the time. The first one was
really a very nice schoolboy. His idea of love-making was to feed me
incessantly with candy, which he did for a whole year till I fell a
victim to the charms of another boy. The two fought. Both emerged from
the combat with black eyes, which rather spoilt their beauty, and
therefore killed my interest in them. It required quite an heroic
effort, though, to refuse their offerings."
"And was this method of love-making as satisfying to them as it was to
you?" asked Paul, beginning to be confirmed in his supposition that Miss
Brooke was joking.
"Oh, we used to have clandestine meetings and we used to kiss, of
course. That made me rather tired of them. They wanted to be kissing the
whole time."
Paul had a momentary vertigo, though he professed by his manner to be
listening in the same spirit as Miss Brooke narrated.
"The first one was always a nice boy even when he grew up and was always
ready to fall in love with me again. But one fine day he got engaged,
wrote to tell me about it, and asked me to congratulate him. He married.
That finishes with him.
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