Disgusted with myself, and instantly alive to the possible consequences
of my act, I opened my fingers with the laudable intention of dropping
the flower to the ground, when I saw standing in the road directly in
front of me the beautiful idiot boy whose peculiarities of appearance
and conduct had so attracted my attention in the summer-house the day
before. He was looking at me with a strange gaze of mingled curiosity
and imbecile good-nature, and his hands, white as milk, trembled in the
air before him, as if he could scarcely restrain himself from snatching
out of my grasp the superb flower I seemed so willing to throw away.
A happy impulse seized me.
"Here," said I, proffering him the blossom. "This will give you more
pleasure than it will me."
But, to my great astonishment, he turned on his heel with a loud laugh,
and then, shaking his head, and rolling it curiously from side to side,
exclaimed, with his usual repetition:
"No, no, it is a lover's gift, a lover's gift; you will wear it in your
hair." And he danced about me with grotesque gayety for a moment, then
flitted away to a position from which he could still see me without
being within reach of my hand.
Under these circumstances I was too proud to fling the flower away; so
I dropped it into a basket I held, and walked swiftly down the street.
The idiot boy followed me; now skipping a pace or two in advance, and
now falling back till I had passed far beyond him. As he flashed back
and forth, I saw that his eyes were always on my face, and once, as I
confronted him with mine, he broke out into a series of chuckles, and
cried: "Do they like you now? do they like you now?" and laughed and
danced, and laughed again, till I began to find the situation somewhat
embarrassing, and was glad enough when at the corner of a street he
disappeared from my view, with the final cry of: "One day, two days;
wait till you have been there ten; wait till you have been there
twenty!"
Hot and trembling with apprehension lest his foolish speeches had been
heard by some passer-by, I hurried on my way to the house where I
lived. I reached it in a few minutes, and being so fortunate as to find
my landlady in, succeeded before another half-hour had passed in
learning all that was generally known about the serious occurrences in
which I was just then so profoundly interested.
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