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Within
the
building
a
trio
broke
into
Suppe
’
s
"
Light
Cavalry
.
"
Nicole
took
advantage
of
this
to
stand
up
and
the
impression
of
her
youth
and
beauty
grew
on
Dick
until
it
welled
up
inside
him
in
a
compact
paroxysm
of
emotion
.
She
smiled
,
a
moving
childish
smile
that
was
like
all
the
lost
youth
in
the
world
.
"
The
music
’
s
too
loud
to
talk
against
—
suppose
we
walk
around
.
Buenas
noches
,
Señora
.
"
"
G
’
t
night
—
g
’
t
night
.
"
They
went
down
two
steps
to
the
path
—
where
in
a
moment
a
shadow
cut
across
it
.
She
took
his
arm
.
"
I
have
some
phonograph
records
my
sister
sent
me
from
America
,
"
she
said
.
"
Next
time
you
come
here
I
’
ll
play
them
for
you
—
I
know
a
place
to
put
the
phonograph
where
no
one
can
hear
.
"
"
That
’
ll
be
nice
.
"
"
Do
you
know
‘
Hindustan
’
?
"
she
asked
wistfully
.
"
I
’
d
never
heard
it
before
,
but
I
like
it
.
And
I
’
ve
got
‘
Why
Do
They
Call
Them
Babies
?
’
and
‘
I
’
m
Glad
I
Can
Make
You
Cry
.
’
I
suppose
you
’
ve
danced
to
all
those
tunes
in
Paris
?
"
"
I
haven
’
t
been
to
Paris
.
"
Her
cream
-
colored
dress
,
alternately
blue
or
gray
as
they
walked
,
and
her
very
blonde
hair
,
dazzled
Dick
—
whenever
he
turned
toward
her
she
was
smiling
a
little
,
her
face
lighting
up
like
an
angel
’
s
when
they
came
into
the
range
of
a
roadside
arc
.
She
thanked
him
for
everything
,
rather
as
if
he
had
taken
her
to
some
party
,
and
as
Dick
became
less
and
less
certain
of
his
relation
to
her
,
her
confidence
increased
—
there
was
that
excitement
about
her
that
seemed
to
reflect
all
the
excitement
of
the
world
.
