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"Well, it seems to me that if you enjoyed it so much, we'll have to come again some time very soon. Shall we?" Arethusa accepted this invitation with undoubted pleasure. "I'll be a little more careful, though, in my selection of our next play, so there will be nothing in it you could misunderstand that might possibly spoil a few moments for us. I don't want any spoiled moments with you," tenderly.
Arethusa sighed deeply, and reached for "Jane Eyre," at the side of the rug. It was a most abused and mistreated copy of this work, bearing her father's name on its fly leaf, which she had found on a recent rummaging through the garret. A glance through its pages had made her most anxious to read it. It seemed to be rich with sentiment and entertainment, of a truly Romantick nature.
Arethusa was in her element then, and as there was no Miss Eliza to drag her in by the power of her will, to all of Ross's entreaties that they seek shelter with more haste, she turned a deaf and unheeding ear.
Arethusa followed him on into the dining-room, her heart beating such an excited tattoo against her chest she was very glad that the band on the little balcony at one end of the room was playing so loudly just then, else she was quite certain that Mr. Bennet, and even the tall and imposing head waiter who was so courteously showing them to a table, would have heard that pounding heart.
Or they may have imagined, perhaps, that he would be impatient to visit at once the sacred fountain of Arethusa; and the seat of those Sicilian Muses whom Virgil so soon after invoked in commencing that most inspired of all uninspired compositions, which Pope has so nobly paraphrased in his glowing and glorious Eclogue the 'Messiah.
She was grieved, she was offended but more grieved than offended, perhaps because esteem, interest, admiration, are more tolerant and charitable than love. Arethusa. 'Tis well, my lord, your courting of ladies. Claremont. Sure this lady has a good turn done her against her will.
She wondered why there had been no call of "Arethusa!" as when she was late to supper at the Farm; for she must be late, very late. Six o'clock was the supper hour at home. She hastily slipped on the skirt to the blue suit and the pongee waist, without stopping to bother with anything in her trunk, which had been opened and placed in her room for her. How dreadful to be so late to her first meal!
But she still hung back, "I don't know how." "It's perfectly easy. Just like this." He speared one and lifted it to show her. Arethusa watched the operation, fascinated at his skill, but she shook her head with decision when he suggested that she do likewise. "I couldn't possibly. I believe I'd drop it. That little pitchfork thing doesn't look near big enough to hold such an enormous oyster."
The men lined up as though at a review and began to sing the German national airs, intending to go to their deaths in that formation. But an officer on the Arethusa shouted to them through a megaphone to jump while they could to save their lives.
"I don't know just how long you expected it to last," he replied, "but right this moment it happens to be ten minutes past eleven; which means that we have been here almost three hours!" Arethusa regarded him open-eyed and open-mouthed. "Honest!" "Honest." "Why, it hasn't seemed like any time at all!"
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