So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. She fought the
inclination for a while, then surrendered. She was nestled
under his bedspread. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with
Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and
obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the
second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain
was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the
people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the
auditorium were resuming. Did he
track her? She was unaware if he did. Oh! you young people!”
The young man with the orange tie, in spite of Sisyphus-like efforts on the
part of Goopes to get the topic on to a higher plane, displayed great persistence
in speculating upon the possible distribution of the affections of highly
developed modern types.
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