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Here was a complication that he had not foreseen. For the first time in his life his wit and cunning had been at fault. He must have been mad not to have kept a sharper lookout on Vardri, but he had reckoned he was secure with Arithelli as decoy. Could it be possible that she had been mad enough to warn Vardri? If so, then why was she here herself?
"But if it does please me, mon camarade " "Dieu! How sweet you are! But don't call me 'Camarade, mon petit. Those wolves above call each other that!" "I won't, if you hate it. Yes, that's really love to give all and take nothing." Arithelli spoke dreamily. "Emile made me sing to him before he went away; you remember 'L'Adieu' of Schubert? He loved it. "La mort est une amie, Qui rend la liberté."
Like Arithelli, he recognized the futility of mere words upon certain occasions. Moreover, now that the flame of his indignation had died down, he had begun to feel wretchedly ill and spiritless with the reaction that comes after any great excitement. He sat shivering and coughing till the dawn, while the other men talked in low voices or played cards.
"Out of the uttermost end of things On the side of life that is seamier, There lies a land, so its poet sings, Whose people call it Bohemia. "It is not old, it is not new, It is not false, it is not true, And they will not answer for what they do, Far away in Bohemia." "Love in Bohemia," DOLF WYLLARDE. "I think," Arithelli said with deliberation, "that all your friends are very fatiguing.
"Va t'en, Arithelli," he said. "You don't want to be suffocating yourself down in a stuffy cabin. You're here to get lots of ozone and make yourself look a little less like a corpse. Besides, we want to talk."
Vardri shrugged expressively, "Ma foi!" "Tell me what made you join the Cause." "Because of a man I believed in. You have heard of Guerchouni who died early in the year? There was a great funeral in Paris. It was in all the papers." Arithelli nodded, "Yes, I heard the men talking about it at one of the meetings. I wasn't interested enough to listen then. Was he ?"
If his father refused to see him then surely they could both find some engagement in another circus or Hippodrome. She had the advantage of the reputation she had gained here, and he could work in the stables again, and they would be free and together. Arithelli kissed the letter, before she put it down, and lay back with her hands over her eyes, trying to think.
The grooms and strappers from the Hippodrome came often to enquire, and Estelle, forbidden by the Manager to come at all on account of infection, sat on the stairs and showered effusive speeches in a high-pitched voice through the open door. Arithelli had sent no word of her illness to her parents in London. She knew their views on the subject of complaints.
He could dismiss her to-morrow, but he would never find another woman who would be her match for physique and endurance. Besides, others would know their value and demand a larger salary. He pointed to the performers' exit. "Allez!" As she rode past, Arithelli made him a little bow. It was the salute of a courteous duellist to his adversary.
"You slouched last night in the ring, Fatalité," Emile said. Arithelli flung up her head. "I didn't!" "You looked like a monkey on a stick," proceeded Emile stolidly. "You were all hunched up. I wonder Don Juan didn't put you off his back on to the tan." "Don Juan knows better! You see animals are usually more kind than people."
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