“As Dr. Dean has remarked, there is really nothing of importance in
the coincidence. Ages ago, in the time of Araxes, roses must have
bloomed; and who shall say that a rose in to-day’s garden is not
precisely the same in size, scent and color as one that Araxes himself
plucked at his palace gates? Thus, if flowers are born alike in
different ages, why not women and men?”
“Very well argued, Princess,” said the Doctor. “I quite agree with
you. Nature is bound to repeat some of her choicest patterns, lest she
should forget the art of making them.”
There was now a general movement among the guests, that particular
kind of movement which means irritability and restlessness, and
implies that either supper must be immediately served, or else some
novel entertainment be brought in to distract attention and prevent
tedium. The Princess, turning to Gervase, said smilingly:
“_Apropos_ of the dancing-girl of Araxes and the art of dancing
generally, I am going to entertain the company presently by letting
them see a real old dance of Thebes. If you will excuse me a moment I
must just prepare them and get the rooms slightly cleared. I will
return to you presently.”
She glided away with her usual noiseless grace, and within a few
minutes of her departure the gay crowds began to fall back against the
walls and disperse themselves generally in expectant groups here and
there, the Egyptian servants moving in and out and evidently informing
them of the entertainment in prospect.
“Well, I shall stay here,” said Dr. Dean, “underneath this remarkable
stone carving of your warrior-prototype, Monsieur Gervase. You seem
very much abstracted. I asked you before if you were not well; but you
never answered me.”
“I am perfectly well,” replied Gervase, with some irritation. “The
heat is rather trying, that is all. But I attach no importance to that
stone frieze. One can easily imagine likenesses where there are really
none.”
“True!” and the Doctor smiled to himself, and said no more. Just then
a wild burst of music sounded suddenly through the apartment, and he
turned round in lively anticipation to watch the proceedings.
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