Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.
It was her first glimpse into that gilt-edged bohemia, whence the generosities, the elans, the struggles of the true bohemia are as rigidly excluded as from the spheres where bishops moved.  But she talked and smiled; and no one could have told that her nerves were crisping as if at contact with a corpse.  While showing her those alabaster jars, her host had laid his hand softly on her wrist, and in taking it away, he let his fingers, with a touch softer than a kitten’s paw, ripple over the skin, then put them to his lips.  Ah, there it was—­the—­the technique!  A desperate desire to laugh seized her.  And he saw it—­oh, yes, he saw it!  He gave her one look, passed that same hand over his smooth face, and—­behold!—­it showed as before, unmortified, unconscious.  A deadly little man!

When they returned to the salon, as it was called, Miss Daphne Wing in a black kimono, whence her face and arms emerged more like alabaster than ever, was sitting on a divan beside Fiorsen.  She rose at once and came across to Gyp.

“Oh, Mrs. Fiorsen”—­why did everything she said begin with “Oh”—­“isn’t this room lovely?  It’s perfect for dancing.  I only brought cream, and flame-colour; they go so beautifully with black.”

She threw back her kimono for Gyp to inspect her dress—­a girdled cream-coloured shift, which made her ivory arms and neck seem more than ever dazzling; and her mouth opened, as if for a sugar-plum of praise.  Then, lowering her voice, she murmured: 

“Do you know, I’m rather afraid of Count Rosek.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know; he’s so critical, and smooth, and he comes up so quietly.  I do think your husband plays wonderfully.  Oh, Mrs. Fiorsen, you are beautiful, aren’t you?” Gyp laughed.  “What would you like me to dance first?  A waltz of Chopin’s?”

“Yes; I love Chopin.”

“Then I shall.  I shall dance exactly what you like, because I do admire you, and I’m sure you’re awfully sweet.  Oh, yes; you are; I can see that!  And I think your husband’s awfully in love with you.  I should be, if I were a man.  You know, I’ve been studying five years, and I haven’t come out yet.  But now Count Rosek’s going to back me, I expect it’ll be very soon.  Will you come to my first night?  Mother says I’ve got to be awfully careful.  She only let me come this evening because you were going to be here.  Would you like me to begin?”

She slid across to Rosek, and Gyp heard her say: 

“Oh, Mrs. Fiorsen wants me to begin; a Chopin waltz, please.  The one that goes like this.”

Rosek went to the piano, the little dancer to the centre of the room. 
Gyp sat down beside Fiorsen.

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