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The two women had hardly reached the limousine before the vials of Hermia's wrath were opened. "What a dreadful person! Olga, how could you have stood him all the while he painted you?" "We made out very nicely, thank you." "Hilda was right. He is a gorilla. Do you know he never even offered me a chair?" "I suppose he thought you'd have sense enough to sit down if you wanted to."
One comfort he had when hope was at low ebb the vision of a pale face at a trap-door, its eyes wide in concern Hermia's face when Olga's fowling piece was discharged; two comforts the memory of the roses of Pre Gugou! Both gave him joy and reconciled him to her present intolerance which time and an ardor which knew no abating must wipe away. If it hadn't been for Olga!
There were greetings as the newcomers approached, the dogs were called off, and a burly man rose and came to the roadside to meet them. "Bona jou," he said, smiling, his teeth milk white under his stringy black mustache. Markham returned the salutation. The caravaner glanced at Hermia's costume and swept off his hat. "You go to Alenon for the fte?" he asked in very bad French. Markham nodded.
And as he started to his feet, wondering what it could be all about, a blonde head stuck out past the edge of the door and peered around at the deserted cabaret. He had hardly succeeded in identifying the head as Hermia's because it wore a scarlet cap embroidered with small bells which explained the bedlam of tinkling.
"No, perhaps after all we will stay here." This wouldn't do at all. To be taken for persons who were accustomed to the excellences of French cuisine was not Hermia's idea of being a vagabond. She had been studying the face of their hostess and came to a sudden resolution. Here was the person who could, if she would, complete her emancipation.
Point out how this is made to crystallize in Oberon's scheme for revenge on Titania, and also how, in the course of disentangling their own love-snarl, it is made to develop the conflict between the crossed lovers. This, it may be emphasized, is the second step in the movement, as Hermia's and Helena's love was the first, and these two main factors of the action are taken up together in this act.
He had been almost ready to add "vengeful," but could not really admit, even to himself, that she had anything to be vengeful about. Whatever Hermia's further thoughts upon the subject, for the present she kept them to herself.
The lights of the ball-room, fortunately lowered, had hidden the pallor of Hermia's face but she realized, when they suddenly blazed, that Trevvy Morehouse was looking at her curiously, that her fingers were ice-cold and that, when she spoke a word or two in reply to his anxious query, her voice was strangely unfamiliar. As the applause ceased, there was a general movement toward the supper-room.
But he was not destined to remain long in doubt; for in a few minutes he hears Hermia's light laugh in the door of the wine-shop, followed by the beating of a drum, the ringing of bells, the crashing of cymbals, the notes of some other instrument sounding discordantly between whiles.
Markham," chortled Miss Van Vorst. "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with the Philistines for a while. Hermia's beating Reggie Armistead at tennis, and it's as much as one's life is worth to interrupt." "That's no joke," said Archie Westcott, who was watching the game. "Some tennis, that. They're one set all and Hermia just broke through Reggie's service. That makes it five four."
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