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For a good while Darvid did not know this, but at last he discovered it, and now his quick glance caught on the lips of the famous jurist a barely discernible smile, to meet which a similar smile appeared on the lips of the architect. He discoursed a few minutes more with the two men.
But the main seat of power in Darvid seemed to be his eyes, which rested long and attentively on that which he examined.
Irene fell at once to talking most vivaciously with Miss Mary about the latest movement among English women toward emancipation, and Darvid himself, with some haste, expressed quietly, though with some irony, opinions touching these movements. A great bronze lamp cast abundant light on the table, which was covered with the brightness of silver and crystal.
Darvid went up the stairs quickly and with sprightliness; he threw into the hands of the servant his fur, which was costly and original, since it was brought from the distant North, and began at once to read at the round table, through an eyeglass, that which he had jotted down recently in his pocket notebook. The book was in ivory binding with a gold monogram, and a pencil with a gold case.
"They delight themselves with it, as dignified as Magi, and silent as fish. The time in which they give themselves to this absolute rest, composed of black coffee and silence, bears with them the name 'keif." This word called laughter to the lips of all. Darvid laughed, too. On all faces weariness grew evident.
It is impossible to invent anything important. The world is so aged that it has come to us a worn-out old rag." He took a seat on one of the armchairs surrounding the table, and put his hat on the carpet. Darvid replied without changing his posture: "Nothing wonderful; when imagination builds up stupidities criticism overturns the building in a twinkle "
I must have the house lighted!" thought Darvid, and he hurried into the study, where, with movements a little too vivacious, with a fondling smile, and with repeated declarations that he felt happy, he greeted the prince, a man of middle age, of agreeable exterior, affable and pleasant in speech.
There was a moment in which Darvid cast his glance around and threw back his head somewhat; his forehead freed itself from wrinkles smooth, clever, shining somewhat at the temples it seemed to be carved out of ivory. His nostrils, delicate and nervous, expanded and contracted, as if inhaling, with the odor of wines and delicacies, the more subtle and intoxicating odor of his own greatness.
"But those fabulous sums which Maryan must expend!" thought Darvid going to his carriage; before he reached it he heard other snatches of conversation: "To throw away so much money for a few moments' talk with a beautiful woman that is a character!" "It promises trouble, does it not?" "Especially for papa." "He has as many debts, no doubt, as curly hairs on his head."
With a form as rigid as iron, and with an evil smile on his lips, Darvid answered immediately: "No. I am very sorry that I cannot play a comedy of noble-mindedness, for this is perhaps a popular comedy. But that of which you speak is forever and altogether impossible." Irene moved her head affirmatively.
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