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Updated: May 13, 2025
Jenkins is seated at the piano reading the new song of the fashionable musician; some melodic phrases accompanying exquisite verse, a melancholy Lied, unequally divided, which seems written for the tender gravities of her voice and the disturbed state of her soul. Le temps nous enleve Notre enchantement
"Le temps nous enlève, Notre enchantement," sighs the poor woman, moved by the sound of her own lament; and while the notes fly away through the courtyard of the mansion, tranquil as usual, where the fountain is playing in the midst of a clump of rhododendrons, the singer interrupts herself, her hands prolonging the chord, her eyes fixed on the music, but her glance far, far away.
He flung over an untidy pile of music, and dragged out the magnificently devilish "Enchantement" of Massenet. "Try this," he said abruptly. "It's your kind of song." For half-an-hour he exhorted, bullied and instructed, losing both his composure and his temper. Arithelli lost neither. "I don't understand music," she observed calmly. "But show me what to do and I'll do it.
She heard no more, saw no more, and while he was spinning out his gossamer phrases, given over to despair, she heard the song over and over in her mind, as the last image seen pursues a drowning man: Le temps nous enleve Notre enchantement. All at once her pride returned. "Let us put a stop to this, sir. All your turns and phrases are only an additional insult.
She no longer heard or saw him, but, given over to despair, to madness perhaps, while he lost himself in involved sentences, she listened to a voice within persistently singing the air which haunted her in that terrible crash, as the drowning man's eyes retain the image of the last object upon which they rested. "Le temps nous enlève Notre enchantement." Suddenly her pride returned to her.
"C'est moins qu'un moment, Un pen plus qu'un rêve. Le temps nous enlève Notre enchantement." A flood of bright light suddenly burst into the salon with the maid, who brought her mistress a card: "Heurteux, homme d'affaires." The gentleman was waiting. He insisted on seeing Madame. "Did you tell him that the doctor was away from home?"
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