Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 379 pages of information about Awakening.

Awakening eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 379 pages of information about Awakening.

In this taciturn condition of affairs it chanced that Winifred invited them to lunch and to go afterward to “a most amusing little play, ’The Beggar’s Opera’” and would they bring a man to make four?  Soames, whose attitude toward theatres was to go to nothing, accepted, because Fleur’s attitude was to go to everything.  They motored up, taking Michael Mont, who, being in his seventh heaven, was found by Winifred “very amusing.”  “The Beggar’s Opera” puzzled Soames.  The people were very unpleasant, the whole thing very cynical.  Winifred was “intrigued”—­by the dresses.  The music, too, did not displease her.  At the Opera, the night before, she had arrived too early for the Russian Ballet, and found the stage occupied by singers, for a whole hour pale or apoplectic from terror lest by some dreadful inadvertence they might drop into a tune.  Michael Mont was enraptured with the whole thing.  And all three wondered what Fleur was thinking of it.  But Fleur was not thinking of it.  Her fixed idea stood on the stage and sang with Polly Peachum, mimed with Filch, danced with Jenny Diver, postured with Lucy Lockit, kissed, trolled, and cuddled with Macheath.  Her lips might smile, her hands applaud, but the comic old masterpiece made no more impression on her than if it had been pathetic, like a modern “Revue.”  When they embarked in the car to return, she ached because Jon was not sitting next her instead of Michael Mont.  When, at some jolt, the young man’s arm touched hers as if by accident, she only thought:  ‘If that were Jon’s arm!’ When his cheerful voice, tempered by her proximity, murmured above the sound of the car’s progress, she smiled and answered, thinking:  ‘If that were Jon’s voice!’ and when once he said, “Fleur, you look a perfect angel in that dress!” she answered, “Oh, do you like it?” thinking, ‘If only Jon could see it!’

During this drive she took a resolution.  She would go to Robin Hill and see him—­alone; she would take the car, without word beforehand to him or to her father.  It was nine days since his letter, and she could wait no longer.  On Monday she would go!  The decision made her well disposed toward young Mont.  With something to look forward to she could afford to tolerate and respond.  He might stay to dinner; propose to her as usual; dance with her, press her hand, sigh—­do what he liked.  He was only a nuisance when he interfered with her fixed idea.  She was even sorry for him so far as it was possible to be sorry for anybody but herself just now.  At dinner he seemed to talk more wildly than usual about what he called “the death of the close borough”—­she paid little attention, but her father seemed paying a good deal, with the smile on his face which meant opposition, if not anger.

“The younger generation doesn’t think as you do, sir; does it, Fleur?”

Fleur shrugged her shoulders—­the younger generation was just Jon, and she did not know what he was thinking.

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