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The floor and music were good, and Foster enjoyed two dances before he met Carmen Austin. He had not sought her out, because she was surrounded by others, and he knew that if she wanted to dance with him she would let him know. It was generally wise to wait Carmen's pleasure. When he left his last partner he stood in a quiet nook, looking about the hall.
Danglars had given himself, soul and body, to Benedetto, as in legends a man abandons himself to a demon. He smiled as he entered Carmen's room. "What do you want of me?" she said, coldly. "You have not forgotten that we give a grand reception this evening." "This evening! Surely you mistake " "No. This is your own list of invitations that I hold in my hand."
Yet there was a strange pleasure in not knowing, such as she might never feel again, when she was sure. Suddenly, far off, there was a rustling in the bamboo forest. A figure like a shadow, but darker than other shadows, moved in the distance. Carmen's heart jumped. She took a step forward, then stopped.
This was not altogether banter, for there had been times in Carmen's career when the externals of the Roman Church attracted her, and she wished she had an impersonal confidant, to whom she could confess well, not everything-and get absolution. And she could make a kind of confidant of a sympathetic doctor. But she went on: "To have a sharp woman prying into all my conditions and affairs!
Once M. Savry ventured to do what the Old Cure would never have done he spoke to Jean Jacques concerning Carmen's neglect of mass and confession, and he received a rebuff which was almost au seigneur; for in Jean Jacques' eyes he was now the figure in St. Saviour's; and this was an occasion when he could assert his position as premier of the secular world outside the walls of the parish church.
They had decided to take a modest apartment in town for the winter, and almost before the lease was signed, Edith, in her mind, had transformed it into a charming home. Jack used to rally her on her enthusiasm in its simple furnishing; it reminded him, he said, of Carmen's interest in her projected house of Nero.
A shriek, wild and despairing, rang through the alley. A woman ran madly from the house, flew across the pavement, and fell panting at Carmen's feet. "Mother of God! mercy!" she cried, thrusting her babe before the assassin's weapon. "Jesus Maria! Carmen, the child! He is my husband!" No gleam of pity came into the cold eyes. Only hatred, fierce and bitter, was there.
Perhaps she never had any reason to regret all these. She went to sleep and awakened with the wild birds; her life remained as unfettered by formalities as her fine feet by shoes. Excepting Carmen's old prayer-book, in which she learned to read a little, her childhood passed without books, also without pictures, without dainties, without music, without theatrical amusements.
"This is from Miss Austin of Gardner's Crossing," he remarked. Graham glanced at the packet carelessly, as if he did not consider it of much importance, and Foster felt puzzled. The fellow was not as old as Carmen's father, but Foster thought there was nothing about him that would attract a girl used to admiration, as Carmen was.
At that time the many mansions which now fill the Champs-Elysées were not yet built, and the eye reached far down the beautiful lanes to the Place de la Concorde. The two young persons stood upon the little terrace, and the spring wind played with Carmen's golden locks and fanned Gontram's cheeks.
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