Shelaughedouthertriumph。
　　"No，no，no！Mytrunkhasn’tcome，andthisisonlymyoldragofyesterday——butIneverknewthetricktofail！"And，ashestared："Yousee，"shejoyouslyexplained，"I’vealwayshadtodressinallkindsofdrearyleft—overs，andsometimes，wheneverybodyelsewassmartandnew，itusedtomakemeawfullymiserable。Sooneday，whenMrs。Murrettdraggedmedownunexpectedlytofillaplaceatdinner，I
　　suddenlythoughtI’dtryspinningaroundlikethat，andsaytoeveryone：’WELL，WHATDOYOUTHINKOFME？’And，doyouknow，theywerealltakenin，includingMrs。Murrett，whodidn’trecognizemyoldturnedanddyedrags，andtoldmeafterwarditwasawfullybadformtodressasifIweresomebodythatpeoplewouldexpecttoknow！Andeversince，wheneverI’veparticularlywantedtolooknice，I’vejustaskedpeoplewhattheythoughtofmynewfrock；andthey’realways，alwaystakenin！"
　　ShedramatizedherexplanationsovividlythatDarrowfeltasifhispointweregained。
　　"Ah，butthisconfirmsyourvocation——ofcourse，"hecried，"youmustseeCerdine！"and，seeingherfacefallatthisreminderofthechangeinherprospects，hehastenedtosetforthhisplan。Ashedidso，hesawhoweasyitwastoexplainthingstoher。Shewouldeitheraccepthissuggestion，orshewouldnot：butatleastshewouldwastenotimeinprotestationsandobjections，oranyvainsacrificetotheidolsofconformity。Theconvictionthatonecould，onanygivenpoint，almostpredicatethisofher，gavehimthesenseofhavingadvancedfarenoughinherintimacytourgehisargumentsagainstahastypursuitofherfriends。
　　Yes，itwouldcertainlybefoolish——sheatonceagreed——inthecaseofsuchdearindefiniteangelsastheFarlows，todashoffafterthemwithoutmorepositiveproofthattheywereestablishedatJoigny，andsoestablishedthattheycouldtakeherin。Sheowneditwasbuttooprobablethattheyhadgonethereto"cutdown"，andmightbedoingsoinquarterstoocontractedtoreceiveher；anditwouldbeunfair，onthatchance，toimposeherselfonthemunannounced。ThesimplestwayofgettingfartherlightonthequestionwouldbetogobacktotheruedelaChaise，where，atthatmoreconversablehour，theconciergemightbelesscharyofdetail；andshecoulddecideonhernextstepinthelightofsuchfactsasheimparted。
　　Pointbypoint，shefellinwiththesuggestion，recognizing，inthelightoftheirunexplainedflight，thattheFarlowsmightindeedbeinasituationonwhichonecouldnottoorashlyintrude。Herconcernforherfriendsseemedtohaveeffacedallthoughtofherself，andthislittleindicationofcharactergaveDarrowaquitedisproportionatepleasure。SheagreedthatitwouldbewelltogoatoncetotheruedelaChaise，butmethisproposalthattheyshoulddrivebythedeclarationthatitwasa"waste"nottowalkinParis；sotheysetoffonfootthroughthecheerfultumultofthestreets。
　　Thewalkwaslongenoughforhimtolearnmanythingsabouther。Thestormofthepreviousnighthadclearedtheair，andParisshoneinmorningbeautyunderaskythatwasallbroadwetwashesofwhiteandblue；butDarrowagainnoticedthathervisualsensitivenesswaslesskeenthanherfeelingforwhathewassurethegoodFarlows——whomhealreadyseemedtoknow——wouldhavecalled"thehumaninterest。"Sheseemedhardlyconsciousofsensationsofformandcolour，orofanyimaginativesuggestion，andthespectaclebeforethem——always，initsscenicsplendour，somovingtohercompanion——brokeup，underherscrutiny，intoathousandminorpoints：thethingsintheshops，thetypesofcharacterandmannerofoccupationshowninthepassingfaces，thestreetsigns，thenamesofthehotelstheypassed，themotleybrightnessoftheflower—carts，theidentityofthechurchesandpublicbuildingsthatcaughthereye。Butwhatshelikedbest，hedivined，wasthemerefactofbeingfreetowalkabroadinthebrightair，hertonguerattlingonasitpleased，whileherfeetkepttimetothemightyorchestrationofthecity’ssounds。Herdelightinthefreshair，inthefreedom，lightandsparkleofthemorning，gavehimasuddeninsightintoherstifledpast；norwasitindifferenttohimtoperceivehowmuchhispresenceevidentlyaddedtoherenjoyment。Ifonlyasasympatheticear，heguessedwhathemustbeworthtoher。
　　Thegirlhadbeendyingforsomeonetotalkto，someonebeforewhomshecouldunfoldandshakeouttothelightherpoorlittleshut—awayemotions。Yearsofrepressionwererevealedinhersuddenburstofconfidence；andthepitysheinspiredmadeDarrowlongtofillherfewfreehourstothebrim。
　　Shehadthegiftofrapiddefinition，andhisquestionsastothelifeshehadledwiththeFarlows，duringtheinterregnumbetweentheHokeandMurretteras，calledupbeforehimaqueerlittlecornerofParisianexistence。TheFarlowsthemselves——heapainter，shea"magazinewriter"——
　　rosebeforehiminalltheirincorruptiblesimplicity：anelderlyNewEnglandcouple，withvagueyearningsforenfranchisement，wholivedinParisasifitwereaMassachusettssuburb，anddwelthopefullyonthe"higherside"oftheGallicnature。WithequalvividnessshesetbeforehimthecomponentfiguresofthecirclefromwhichMrs。Farlowdrewthe"InnerGlimpsesofFrenchLife"
　　appearingoverhernameinaleadingNewEnglandjournal：
　　theRoumanianladywhohadsentthemticketsforhertragedy，anelderlyFrenchgentlemanwho，onthestrengthofaweek’sstayatFolkestone，translatedEnglishfictionfortheprovincialpress，aladyfromWichita，Kansas，whoadvocatedfreeloveandtheabolitionofthecorset，aclergyman’swidowfromTorquaywhohadwrittenan"EnglishLadies’GuidetoForeignGalleries"andaRussiansculptorwholivedonnutsandwas"almostcertainly"ananarchist。
　　Itwasthisnucleus，anditsouterringofmusical，architecturalandotherAmericanstudents，whichposedsuccessivelytoMrs。Farlow’sversatilefancyasacentreof"UniversityLife"，a"SalonoftheFaubourgSt。Germain"，agroupofParisian"Intellectuals"ora"Cross—sectionofMontmartre"；butevenherfacultyforextractingfromitthemostvariedliteraryeffectshadnotsufficedtocreateapermanentdemandforthe"InnerGlimpses"，andthereweredayswhen——Mr。Farlow’slandscapesbeingequallyunmarketable——atemporarywithdrawaltothecountry（subsequentlyutilizedas"PeepsintoChateauLife"）becamenecessarytothecourageouscouple。
　　FiveyearsofMrs。Murrett’sworld，whileincreasingSophy’stendernessfortheFarlows，hadleftherwithfewillusionsastotheirpowerofadvancingherfortunes；andshedidnotconcealfromDarrowthathertheatricalprojectswereofthevaguest。Theyhungmainlyontheproblematicalgood—willofanancientcomedienne，withwhomMrs。Farlowhadaslightacquaintance（extensivelyutilizedin"StarsoftheFrenchFootlights"and"BehindtheScenesattheFrancais"），andwhohadonce，withsignsofapproval，heardMissVinerrecitetheNuitdeMai。
　　"ButofcourseIknowhowmuchthat’sworth，"thegirlbrokeoff，withoneofherflashesofshrewdness。"Andbesides，itisn’tlikelythatapooroldfossillikeMme。Dollecouldgetanybodytolistentohernow，evenifshereallythoughtIhadtalent。Butshemightintroducemetopeople；oratleastgivemeafewtips。IfIcouldmanagetoearnenoughtopayforlessonsI’dgostraighttosomeofthebigpeopleandworkwiththem。I’mratherhopingtheFarlowsmayfindmeachanceofthatkind——anengagementwithsomeAmericanfamilyinPariswhowouldwanttobe’goneround’withliketheHokes，andwho’dleavemetimeenoughtostudy。"
　　IntheruedelaChaisetheylearnedlittleexcepttheexactaddressoftheFarlows，andthefactthattheyhadsub—lettheirflatbeforeleaving。Thisinformationobtained，DarrowproposedtoMissVinerthattheyshouldstrollalongthequaystoalittlerestaurantlookingoutontheSeine，andthere，overtheplatdujour，considerthenextsteptobetaken。Thelongwalkhadgivenhercheeksaglowindicativeofwholesomehunger，andshemadenodifficultyaboutsatisfyingitinDarrow’scompany。RegainingtherivertheywalkedoninthedirectionofNotreDame，delayednowandagainbytheyoungman’sirresistibletendencytolingeroverthebookstalls，andbyhisever—freshresponsetotheshiftingbeautiesofthescene。FortwoyearshiseyeshadbeensubduedtotheatmosphericeffectsofLondon，tothemysteriousfusionofdarkly—piledcityandlow—lyingbituminoussky；andthetransparencyoftheFrenchair，whichleftthegreengardensandsilverystonessoclassicallyclearyetsosoftlyharmonized，struckhimashavingakindofconsciousintelligence。Everylineofthearchitecture，everyarchofthebridges，theverysweepofthestrongbrightriverbetweenthem，whilecontributingtothiseffect，sentfortheachaseparateappealtosomesensitivememory；sothat，forDarrow，awalkthroughtheParisstreetswasalwaysliketheunrollingofavasttapestryfromwhichcountlessstoredfragranceswereshakenout。
　　Itwasaproofoftherichnessandmultiplicityofthespectaclethatitserved，withoutincongruity，forsodifferentapurposeasthebackgroundofMissViner’senjoyment。Asameredrop—sceneforherpersonaladventureitwasjustasmuchinitsplaceasintheevocationofgreatperspectivesoffeeling。Forher，asheagainperceivedwhentheywereseatedattheirtableinalowwindowabovetheSeine，Pariswas"Paris"byvirtueofallitsentertainingdetails，itsendlessingenuitiesofpleasantness。Whereelse，forinstance，couldonefindthedearlittledishesofhorsd’oeuvre，thesymmetrically—
　　laidanchoviesandradishes，thethingoldenshellsofbutter，orthewoodstrawberriesandbrownjarsofcreamthatgavetotheirrepastthelastrefinementofrusticity？
　　Hadn’thenoticed，sheasked，thatcookingalwaysexpressedthenationalcharacter，andthatFrenchfoodwascleverandamusingjustbecausethepeoplewere？Andinprivatehouses，everywhere，howthedishesalwaysresembledthetalk——howtheverysameplatitudesseemedtogointopeople’smouthsandcomeoutofthem？Couldn’theseejustwhatkindofmenuitwouldmake，ifafairywavedawandandsuddenlyturnedtheconversationataLondondinnerintojointsandpuddings？ShealwaysthoughtitagoodsignwhenpeoplelikedIrishstew；itmeantthattheyenjoyedchangesandsurprises，andtakinglifeasitcame；andsuchabeautifulParisianversionofthedishasthenavarinthatwasjustbeingsetbeforethemwasliketheverybestkindoftalk——thekindwhenonecouldnevertellbefore—handjustwhatwasgoingtobesaid！
　　Darrow，ashewatchedherenjoymentoftheirinnocentfeast，wonderedifhervividnessandvivacityweresignsofhercalling。Shewasthekindofgirlinwhomcertainpeoplewouldinstantlyhaverecognizedthehistrionicgift。Butexperiencehadledhimtothinkthat，exceptatthecreativemoment，thedivineflameburnslowinitspossessors。Theoneortworeallyintelligentactresseshehadknownhadstruckhim，inconversation，aseitherbovineorprimitively"jolly"。Hehadanotionthat，saveinthemindofgenius，thecreativeprocessabsorbstoomuchofthewholestuffofbeingtoleavemuchsurplusforpersonalexpression；andthegirlbeforehim，withherchangingfaceandflexiblefancies，seemeddestinedtoworkinlifeitselfratherthaninanyofitscounterfeits。
　　ThecoffeeandliqueurswerealreadyonthetablewhenhermindsuddenlysprangbacktotheFarlows。Shejumpedupwithoneofhersubversivemovementsanddeclaredthatshemusttelegraphatonce。Darrowcalledforwritingmaterialsandroomwasmadeatherelbowfortheparchedink—bottleandsaturatedblotteroftheParisianrestaurant；butthemeresightofthesejadedimplementsseemedtoparalyzeMissViner’sfaculties。Shehungoverthetelegraph—formwithanxiously—drawnbrow，thetipofthepen—handlepressedagainstherlip；andatlengthsheraisedhertroubledeyestoDarrow’s。
　　"Isimplycan’tthinkhowtosayit。"
　　"What——thatyou’restayingovertoseeCerdine？"
　　"ButAMI——amI，really？"Thejoyofitflamedoverherface。
　　Darrowlookedathiswatch。"YoucouldhardlygetananswertoyourtelegramintimetotakeatraintoJoignythisafternoon，evenifyoufoundyourfriendscouldhaveyou。"
　　Shemusedforamoment，tappingherlipwiththepen。"ButI
　　mustletthemknowI’mhere。ImustfindoutassoonaspossibleiftheyCAN，haveme。"Shelaidthependowndespairingly。"IneverCOULDwriteatelegram！"shesighed。
　　"Tryaletter，thenandtellthemyou’llarrivetomorrow。"
　　Thissuggestionproducedimmediaterelief，andshegaveanenergeticdabattheink—bottle；butafteranotherintervalofuncertainscratchingshepausedagain。"Oh，it’sfearful！
　　Idon’tknowwhatonearthtosay。Iwouldn’tfortheworldhavethemknowhowbeastlyMrs。Murrett’sbeen。"
　　Darrowdidnotthinkitnecessarytoanswer。Itwasnobusinessofhis，afterall。Helitacigarandleanedbackinhisseat，lettinghiseyestaketheirfillofindolentpleasure。Inthethroesofinventionshehadpushedbackherhat，looseningthestraylockwhichhadinvitedhistouchthenightbefore。Afterlookingatitforawhilehestoodupandwanderedtothewindow。
　　Behindhimheheardherpenscrapeon。
　　"Idon’twanttoworrythem——I’msocertainthey’vegotbothersoftheirown。"Thefalteringscratchesceasedagain。
　　"IwishIweren’tsuchanidiotaboutwriting：allthewordsgetfrightenedandscurryawaywhenItrytocatchthem。"
　　Heglancedbackatherwithasmileasshebentabovehertasklikeaschool—girlstrugglingwitha"composition。"Herflushedcheekandfrowningbrowshowedthatherdifficultywasgenuineandnotanartlessdevicetodrawhimtoherside。Shewasreallypowerlesstoputherthoughtsinwriting，andtheinabilityseemedcharacteristicofherquickimpressionablemind，andoftheincessantcome—and—goofhersensations。HethoughtofAnnaLeath’sletters，orratherofthefewhehadreceived，yearsago，fromthegirlwhohadbeenAnnaSummers。Hesawtheslenderfirmstrokesofthepen，recalledtheclearstructureofthephrases，and，byanabruptassociationofideas，rememberedthat，atthatveryhour，justsuchadocumentmightbeawaitinghimatthehotel。
　　Whatifitwerethere，indeed，andhadbroughthimacompleteexplanationofhertelegram？Therevulsionoffeelingproducedbythisthoughtmadehimlookatthegirlwithsuddenimpatience。Shestruckhimaspositivelystupid，andhewonderedhowhecouldhavewastedhalfhisdaywithher，whenallthewhileMrs。Leath’slettermightbelyingonhistable。Atthatmoment，ifhecouldhavechosen，hewouldhavelefthiscompaniononthespot；buthehadheronhishands，andmustaccepttheconsequences。
　　Someoddintuitionseemedtomakeherconsciousofhischangeofmood，forshesprangfromherseat，crumplingtheletterinherhand。
　　"I’mtoostupid；butIwon’tkeepyouanylonger。I’llgobacktothehotelandwritethere。"
　　Hercolourdeepened，andforthefirsttime，astheireyesmet，henoticedafaintembarrassmentinhers。Coulditbethathisnearnesswas，afterall，thecauseofherconfusion？Thethoughtturnedhisvagueimpatiencewithherintoadefiniteresentmenttowardhimself。Therewasreallynoexcuseforhishavingblunderedintosuchanadventure。
　　WhyhadhenotshippedthegirlofftoJoignybytheeveningtrain，insteadofurginghertodelay，andusingCerdineasapretext？Pariswasfullofpeopleheknew，andhisannoyancewasincreasedbythethoughtthatsomefriendofMrs。Leath’smightseehimattheplay，andreporthispresencetherewithasuspiciouslygood—lookingcompanion。
　　Theideawasdistinctlydisagreeable：hedidnotwantthewomanheadoredtothinkhecouldforgetherforamoment。
　　Andbythistimehehadfullypersuadedhimselfthataletterfromherwasawaitinghim，andhadevengonesofarastoimaginethatitscontentsmightannulthewriter’stelegraphedinjunction，andcallhimtohersideatonce……
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　　Attheporter’sdeskabrief"Pasdelettres"felldestructivelyonthefabricofthesehopes。
　　Mrs。Leathhadnotwritten——shehadnottakenthetroubletoexplainhertelegram。Darrowturnedawaywithasharppangofhumiliation。Herfrugalsilencemockedhisprodigalityofhopesandfears。Hehadputhisquestiontotheporteroncebefore，onreturningtothehotelafterluncheon；andnow，comingbackagaininthelateafternoon，hewasmetbythesamedenial。Thesecondpostwasin，andhadbroughthimnothing。
　　AglanceathiswatchshowedthathehadbarelytimetodressbeforetakingMissVinerouttodine；butasheturnedtotheliftanewthoughtstruckhim，andhurryingbackintothehallhedashedoffanothertelegramtohisservant：
　　"HaveyouforwardedanyletterwithFrenchpostmarktoday？
　　TelegraphanswerTerminus。"
　　Somekindofreplywouldbecertaintoreachhimonhisreturnfromthetheatre，andhewouldthenknowdefinitelywhetherMrs。Leathmeanttowriteornot。Hehasteneduptohisroomanddressedwithalighterheart。
　　MissViner’svagranttrunkhadfinallyfounditswaytoitsowner；and，cladinsuchmodestsplendourasitfurnished，sheshoneatDarrowacrosstheirrestauranttable。Inthereactionofhiswoundedvanityhefoundherprettierandmoreinterestingthanbefore。Herdress，slopingawayfromthethroat，showedthegracefulsetofherheadonitsslenderneck，andthewidebrimofherhatarchedaboveherhairlikeaduskyhalo。Pleasuredancedinhereyesandonherlips，andassheshoneonhimbetweenthecandle—shadesDarrowfeltthatheshouldnotbeatallsorrytobeseenwithherinpublic。Heevensentacarelessglanceabouthiminthevaguehopethatitmightfallonanacquaintance。
　　Atthetheatrehervivacitysankintoabreathlesshush，andshesatintentinhercorneroftheirbaignoire，withthegazeofaneophyteabouttobeinitiatedintothesacredmysteries。Darrowplacedhimselfbehindher，thathemightcatchherprofilebetweenhimselfandthestage。Hewastouchedbytheyouthfulseriousnessofherexpression。Inspiteoftheexperiencesshemusthavehad，andofthetwenty—fouryearstowhichsheowned，shestruckhimasintrinsicallyyoung；andhewonderedhowsoevanescentaqualitycouldhavebeenpreservedinthedesiccatingMurrettair。Astheplayprogressedhenoticedthatherimmobilitywastraversedbyswiftflashesofperception。Shewasnotmissinganything，andherintensityofattentionwhenCerdinewasonthestagedrewananxiouslinebetweenherbrows。
　　Afterthefirstactsheremainedforafewminutesraptandmotionless；thensheturnedtohercompanionwithaquickpatterofquestions。Hegatheredfromthemthatshehadbeenlessinterestedinfollowingthegeneraldriftoftheplaythaninobservingthedetailsofitsinterpretation。
　　Everygestureandinflectionofthegreatactress’shadbeenmarkedandanalyzed；andDarrowfeltasecretgratificationinbeingappealedtoasanauthorityonthehistrionicart。
　　Hisinterestinithadhithertobeenmerelythatofthecultivatedyoungmancuriousofallformsofartisticexpression；butinreplytoherquestionshefoundthingstosayaboutitwhichevidentlystruckhislistenerasimpressiveandoriginal，andwithwhichhehimselfwasnot，onthewhole，dissatisfied。MissVinerwasmuchmoreconcernedtohearhisviewsthantoexpressherown，andthedeferencewithwhichshereceivedhiscommentscalledfromhimmoreideasaboutthetheatrethanhehadeversupposedhimselftopossess。
　　Withthesecondactshebegantogivemoreattentiontothedevelopmentoftheplay，thoughherinterestwasexcitedratherbywhatshecalled"thestory"thanbytheconflictofcharacterproducingit。Oddlycombinedwithhersharpapprehensionofthingstheatrical，herknowledgeoftechnical"dodges"andgreen—roomprecedents，herglibnessabout"lines"and"curtains"，wastheprimitivesimplicityofherattitudetowardthetaleitself，astowardsomethingthatwas"reallyhappening"andatwhichoneassistedasatastreet—accidentoraquarreloverheardinthenextroom。
　　ShewantedtoknowifDarrowthoughtthelovers"reallywould"beinvolvedinthecatastrophethatthreatenedthem，andwhenheremindedherthathispredictionsweredisqualifiedbyhishavingalreadyseentheplay，sheexclaimed："Oh，then，pleasedon’ttellmewhat’sgoingtohappen！"andthenextmomentwasquestioninghimaboutCerdine’stheatricalsituationandherprivatehistory。Onthelatterpointsomeofherenquirieswereofakindthatitisnotinthehabitofyounggirlstomake，oreventoknowhowtomake；butherapparentunconsciousnessofthefactseemedrathertoreflectonherpastassociatesthanonherself。
　　Whenthesecondactwasover，Darrowsuggestedtheirtakingaturninthefoyer；andseatedononeofitscrampedredvelvetsofastheywatchedthecrowdsurgeupanddowninaglareoflightsandgilding。Then，asshecomplainedoftheheat，heledherthroughthepresstothecongestedcafeatthefootofthestairs，whereorangeadeswerethrustatthembetweentheshouldersofpackedconsommateursandDarrow，lightingacigarettewhileshesuckedherstraw，knewtheprimitivecomplacencyofthemanatwhosecompanionothermenstare。
　　Onacorneroftheirtablelayasmearedcopyofatheatricaljournal。ItcaughtSophy’seyeandafterporingoverthepageshelookedupwithanexcitedexclamation。
　　’They’regivingOedipetomorrowafternoonattheFrancais！Isupposeyou’veseenitheapsandheapsoftimes？"
　　Hesmiledbackather。"Youmustseeittoo。We’llgotomorrow。"
　　Shesighedathissuggestion，butwithoutdiscardingit。
　　"HowcanI？ThelasttrainforJoignyleavesatfour。"
　　"Butyoudon’tknowyetthatyourfriendswillwantyou。"
　　"Ishallknowtomorrowearly。IaskedMrs。Farlowtotelegraphassoonasshegotmyletter。"
　　AtwingeofcompunctionshotthroughDarrow。Herwordsrecalledtohimthatontheirreturntothehotelafterluncheonshehadgivenhimherlettertopost，andthathehadneverthoughtofitagain。Nodoubtitwasstillinthepocketofthecoathehadtakenoffwhenhedressedfordinner。Inhisperturbationhepushedbackhischair，andthemovementmadeherlookupathim。
　　"What’sthematter？"
　　"Nothing。Only——youknowIdon’tfancythatlettercanhavecaughtthisafternoon’spost。"
　　"Notcaughtit？Whynot？"
　　"Why，I’mafraiditwillhavebeentoolate。"Hebenthisheadtolightanothercigarette。
　　Shestruckherhandstogetherwithagesturewhich，tohisamusement，henoticedshehadcaughtfromCerdine。
　　"Oh，dear，Ihadn’tthoughtofthat！Butsurelyitwillreachtheminthemorning？"
　　"Sometimeinthemorning，Isuppose。YouknowtheFrenchprovincialpostisneverinahurry。Idon’tbelieveyourletterwouldhavebeendeliveredthiseveninginanycase。"
　　Asthisideaoccurredtohimhefelthimselfalmostabsolved。
　　"Perhaps，then，Ioughttohavetelegraphed？"
　　"I’lltelegraphforyouinthemorningifyousayso。"
　　Thebellannouncingthecloseoftheentr’—acteshrilledthroughthecafe，andshesprangtoherfeet。
　　"Oh，come，come！Wemustn’tmissit！"
　　InstantlyforgetfuloftheFarlows，sheslippedherarmthroughhisandturnedtopushherwaybacktothetheatre。
　　Assoonasthecurtainwentupsheaspromptlyforgothercompanion。Watchingherfromthecornertowhichhehadreturned，Darrowsawthatgreatwavesofsensationwerebeatingdeliciouslyagainstherbrain。Itwasasthougheverystarvedsensibilitywerethrowingoutfeelerstothemountingtide；asthougheverythingshewasseeing，hearing，imagining，rushedintofillthevoidofallshehadalwaysbeendenied。
　　Darrow，asheobservedher，againfeltadetachedenjoymentinherpleasure。Shewasanextraordinaryconductorofsensation：sheseemedtotransmititphysically，inemanationsthatsettheblooddancinginhisveins。Hehadnotoftenhadtheopportunityofstudyingtheeffectsofaperfectlyfreshimpressiononsoresponsiveatemperament，andhefeltafleetingdesiretomakeitschordsvibrateforhisownamusement。
　　Attheendofthenextactshediscoveredwithdismaythatintheirtransittothecafeshehadlostthebeautifulpicturedprogrammehehadboughtforher。Shewantedtogobackandhuntforit，butDarrowassuredherthathewouldhavenotroubleingettingheranother。Whenhewentoutinquestofitshefollowedhimprotestinglytothedoorofthebox，andhesawthatshewasdistressedatthethoughtofhishavingtospendanadditionalfrancforher。ThisfrugalitysmoteDarrowbyitscontrasttohernaturalbrightprofusion；andagainhefeltthedesiretorightsoclumsyaninjustice。
　　Whenhereturnedtotheboxshewasstillstandinginthedoorway，andhenoticedthathiswerenottheonlyeyesattractedtoher。Thenanotherimpressionsharplydivertedhisattention。AbovethefaggedfacesoftheParisiancrowdhehadcaughtthefreshfaircountenanceofOwenLeathsignallingajoyfulrecognition。Theyoungman，slimandeager，haddetachedhimselffromtwocompanionsofhisowntype，andwasseekingtopushthroughthepresstohisstep—