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The
girl
followed
his
gesture
eagerly
.
She
was
all
awake
and
alive
now
,
as
if
the
heady
rumours
of
the
streets
,
with
their
long
effervescences
of
light
,
had
passed
into
her
veins
like
wine
.
“
Cerdine
?
Is
that
where
she
acts
?
”
She
put
her
head
out
of
the
window
,
straining
back
for
a
glimpse
of
the
sacred
threshold
.
As
they
flew
past
it
she
sank
into
her
seat
with
a
satisfied
sigh
.
“
It
’
s
delicious
enough
just
to
know
she
’
s
there
!
I
’
ve
never
seen
her
,
you
know
.
When
I
was
here
with
Mamie
Hoke
we
never
went
anywhere
but
to
the
music
halls
,
because
she
couldn
’
t
understand
any
French
;
and
when
I
came
back
afterward
to
the
Farlows
’
I
was
dead
broke
,
and
couldn
’
t
afford
the
play
,
and
neither
could
they
;
so
the
only
chance
we
had
was
when
friends
of
theirs
invited
us
—
and
once
it
was
to
see
a
tragedy
by
a
Roumanian
lady
,
and
the
other
time
it
was
for
‘
L
’
Ami
Fritz
’
at
the
Français
.
”
Darrow
laughed
.
“
You
must
do
better
than
that
now
.
‘
Le
Vertige
’
is
a
fine
thing
,
and
Cerdine
gets
some
wonderful
effects
out
of
it
.
You
must
come
with
me
tomorrow
evening
to
see
it
—
with
your
friends
,
of
course
.
—
That
is
,
”
he
added
,
“
if
there
’
s
any
sort
of
chance
of
getting
seats
.
”
The
flash
of
a
street
lamp
lit
up
her
radiant
face
.
“
Oh
,
will
you
really
take
us
?
What
fun
to
think
that
it
’
s
tomorrow
already
!
”
It
was
wonderfully
pleasant
to
be
able
to
give
such
pleasure
.
Darrow
was
not
rich
,
but
it
was
almost
impossible
for
him
to
picture
the
state
of
persons
with
tastes
and
perceptions
like
his
own
,
to
whom
an
evening
at
the
theatre
was
an
unattainable
indulgence
.
There
floated
through
his
mind
an
answer
of
Mrs
.
Leath
’
s
to
his
enquiry
whether
she
had
seen
the
play
in
question
.
“
No
.
I
meant
to
,
of
course
,
but
one
is
so
overwhelmed
with
things
in
Paris
.
And
then
I
’
m
rather
sick
of
Cerdine
—
one
is
always
being
dragged
to
see
her
.
”
That
,
among
the
people
he
frequented
,
was
the
usual
attitude
toward
such
opportunities
.
There
were
too
many
,
they
were
a
nuisance
,
one
had
to
defend
one
’
s
self
!
He
even
remembered
wondering
,
at
the
moment
,
whether
to
a
really
fine
taste
the
exceptional
thing
could
ever
become
indifferent
through
habit
;
whether
the
appetite
for
beauty
was
so
soon
dulled
that
it
could
be
kept
alive
only
by
privation
.
Here
,
at
any
rate
,
was
a
fine
chance
to
experiment
with
such
a
hunger
:
he
almost
wished
he
might
stay
on
in
Paris
long
enough
to
take
the
measure
of
Miss
Viner
’
s
receptivity
.
She
was
still
dwelling
on
his
promise
,
“
It
’
s
too
beautiful
of
you
!
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
think
you
’
ll
be
able
to
get
seats
?
”
And
then
,
after
a
pause
of
brimming
appreciation
:
“
I
wonder
if
you
’
ll
think
me
horrid
?
—
but
it
may
be
my
only
chance
;
and
if
you
can
’
t
get
places
for
us
all
,
wouldn
’
t
you
perhaps
just
take
me
?
After
all
,
the
Farlows
may
have
seen
it
!
”
He
had
not
,
of
course
,
thought
her
horrid
,
but
only
the
more
engaging
,
for
being
so
natural
,
and
so
unashamed
of
showing
the
frank
greed
of
her
famished
youth
.
“
Oh
,
you
shall
go
somehow
!
”
he
had
gaily
promised
her
;
and
she
had
dropped
back
with
a
sigh
of
pleasure
as
their
cab
passed
into
the
dimly
-
lit
streets
of
the
Farlows
’
quarter
beyond
the
Seine
.
.
.
