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The
voice
fell
low
,
sank
into
her
breast
and
stretched
the
tight
bodice
over
her
heart
as
she
came
up
close
.
He
felt
the
young
lips
,
her
body
sighing
in
relief
against
the
arm
growing
stronger
to
hold
her
.
There
were
now
no
more
plans
than
if
Dick
had
arbitrarily
made
some
indissoluble
mixture
,
with
atoms
joined
and
inseparable
;
you
could
throw
it
all
out
but
never
again
could
they
fit
back
into
atomic
scale
.
As
he
held
her
and
tasted
her
,
and
as
she
curved
in
further
and
further
toward
him
,
with
her
own
lips
,
new
to
herself
,
drowned
and
engulfed
in
love
,
yet
solaced
and
triumphant
,
he
was
thankful
to
have
an
existence
at
all
,
if
only
as
a
reflection
in
her
wet
eyes
.
"
My
God
,
"
he
gasped
,
"
you
’
re
fun
to
kiss
.
"
That
was
talk
,
but
Nicole
had
a
better
hold
on
him
now
and
she
held
it
;
she
turned
coquette
and
walked
away
,
leaving
him
as
suspended
as
in
the
funicular
of
the
afternoon
.
She
felt
:
There
,
that
’
ll
show
him
,
how
conceited
;
how
he
could
do
with
me
;
oh
,
wasn
’
t
it
wonderful
!
I
’
ve
got
him
,
he
’
s
mine
.
Now
in
the
sequence
came
flight
,
but
it
was
all
so
sweet
and
new
that
she
dawdled
,
wanting
to
draw
all
of
it
in
.
She
shivered
suddenly
.
Two
thousand
feet
below
she
saw
the
necklace
and
bracelet
of
lights
that
were
Montreux
and
Vevey
,
beyond
them
a
dim
pendant
of
Lausanne
.
From
down
there
somewhere
ascended
a
faint
sound
of
dance
music
.
Nicole
was
up
in
her
head
now
,
cool
as
cool
,
trying
to
collate
the
sentimentalities
of
her
childhood
,
as
deliberate
as
a
man
getting
drunk
after
battle
.
But
she
was
still
afraid
of
Dick
,
who
stood
near
her
,
leaning
,
characteristically
,
against
the
iron
fence
that
rimmed
the
horseshoe
;
and
this
prompted
her
to
say
:
"
I
can
remember
how
I
stood
waiting
for
you
in
the
garden
—
holding
all
my
self
in
my
arms
like
a
basket
of
flowers
.
It
was
that
to
me
anyhow
—
I
thought
I
was
sweet
—
waiting
to
hand
that
basket
to
you
.
"
He
breathed
over
her
shoulder
and
turned
her
insistently
about
;
she
kissed
him
several
times
,
her
face
getting
big
every
time
she
came
close
,
her
hands
holding
him
by
the
shoulders
.
"
It
’
s
raining
hard
.
"
Suddenly
there
was
a
booming
from
the
wine
slopes
across
the
lake
;
cannons
were
shooting
at
hail
-
bearing
clouds
in
order
to
break
them
.
The
lights
of
the
promenade
went
off
,
went
on
again
.
Then
the
storm
came
swiftly
,
first
falling
from
the
heavens
,
then
doubly
falling
in
torrents
from
the
mountains
and
washing
loud
down
the
roads
and
stone
ditches
;
with
it
came
a
dark
,
frightening
sky
and
savage
filaments
of
lightning
and
world
-
splitting
thunder
,
while
ragged
,
destroying
clouds
fled
along
past
the
hotel
.
Mountains
and
lake
disappeared
—
the
hotel
crouched
amid
tumult
,
chaos
and
darkness
.
By
this
time
Dick
and
Nicole
had
reached
the
vestibule
,
where
Baby
Warren
and
the
three
Marmoras
were
anxiously
awaiting
them
.
It
was
exciting
coming
out
of
the
wet
fog
—
with
the
doors
banging
,
to
stand
and
laugh
and
quiver
with
emotion
,
wind
in
their
ears
and
rain
on
their
clothes
.
Now
in
the
ballroom
the
orchestra
was
playing
a
Strauss
waltz
,
high
and
confusing
.
