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Markham quickly unstrapped the donkey's pack and to Hermia's surprise drew forth a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of red wine which he set out with some pride on a flat rock near by. "This," he announced, "is our djeuner la fourchette. I won't apologize for it." "Wonderful man! Somehow you remind me of the sleight-of-hand performer producing an omelette from a silk hat.
There was an outburst of applause form the others at a particularly brilliant shot below. "By George!" cried Westcott, "she's got him. It's Hermia's vantage and forty-love. O Reggie! A love game, by Jiminy! Hermia, you've won me a cool hundred." The game was over and the players shook hands before the net, Hermia laughing gaily, Armistead's eyes full of honest adoration.
"You think I may pervert contaminate them " "Not you your friends " "I was hoping that you would all come to 'Wake-Robin' for June." "I I've made other plans," said Mrs. Westfield. Hermia's jaw set and her face hardened. They were thoroughly antipathetic now. "That, of course, will be as you please," she said coldly.
The Signora descended from the wagon, and with Hermia's help prepared the breakfast while Stella held the baby. By sunrise the gray horse was hitched to the shafts of the wagon, the bear hitched to its tail and the travelers were on their way the contents of one's valise is on one's back in Vagabondia.
Markham grinned at the departing vehicle and then, turning, met Hermia's gleaming eyes. "O mon ami, it is to laugh!" she cried. "Imagine Clarissa seated in the tonneau of that machine entering the gates of Verneuil! If you have any doubt about getting the better of a Frenchman just set him up to ridicule." She began laughing again, her eyes on Markham. "My poor Philidor!
She had realized, of course, that a revelation of Hermia's shortcomings in Alenon, Paris or Trouville would have deprived her vengeance of half its sting. It required a New York background, a quiet drawing-room filled with Hermia's intimates for her "situation" to produce its most telling effect.
The triumphant departure now refused to be triumphant or indeed even a departure. At the present moment her pride and her curiosity still clamored and Markham in his worried, absent-minded way was repaying her with kindness a kindness every moment of which increased Hermia's obligation and diminished her importance.
What if she did tell now? Hermia could deny it, of course, and if necessary he must lie, as Olga had said, like a gentleman. And where were Olga's proofs? Who would confirm her? What evidence, human or documentary could she bring forward here in New York to prove Hermia's culpability, if, as it seemed to be her intention, she insisted on carrying her sweet vengeance to its end?
It was soon agreed that, as Demetrius had given up his pretensions to Hermia, he should endeavour to prevail upon her father to revoke the cruel sentence of death which had been passed against her. Demetrius was preparing to return to Athens for this friendly purpose, when they were surprised with the sight of Egeus, Hermia's father, who came to the wood in pursuit of his runaway daughter.
A butterfly that dripped poison! He was drenched with it. How lightly Hermia's name had dropped from her satin wings! He smiled grimly at the thought of his own situation, the central figure in at least one act of this comedy, viewing it from the far side of the proscenium arch, gaping like the rustic in the metropolis who sees himself for the first time depicted upon the stage.
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