They were his friends, and they recognized his
unusual earnestness. “Non. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. Shari draped herself
lazily upon her unmade bed. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. "The natives have foolish ways of saying things. His age was not far from fifty. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an
appetite while dinner is being prepared?”
“Certainly not,” she answered. He did not like it, he said, with a
significant look, to be reminded of either his books or his dinners after he had
done with them. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. He sat up in his chair as though the question
had stung him. You must keep out of the way till it's blown over. Jacques, Jacques!’
His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. ”
He relapsed into a stony silence. Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her.
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