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Updated: May 23, 2025
"If you had lived a thousand years ago you would have had a thousand lovers.... And now you come down through the centuries purified by Time, to be my jasmine-flower" She did not break the silence for some time, but at last she said: "And what were you a thousand years ago, my man?" He drew a hot hand across a troubled brow.
"You exquisite siren you siren of all time," he said, with a note of joy in which there was, too, a stark cry of the soul. He held her face back from him.... "If you had lived a thousand years ago you would have had a thousand lovers, Jasmine. Perhaps you did who knows! And now you come down through the centuries purified by Time, to be my jasmine-flower." His lip trembled a little.
"Ruddy had a glimpse, one glimpse, that day, the day that Ian came back. Ruddy said to me that day, 'If you had lived a thousand years ago you would have had a thousand lovers. ... And it is true by all the gods of all the worlds, it is true. Pleasure, beauty, is all I ever cared for pleasure, beauty, and the Jasmine-flower. And Ian and Ian, yes, Ian!
Meanwhile, you are not the fellow in Aux Italiens, you know; you are not bothered by the faint, sweet smell of any foolish jasmine-flower, you understand, or by any equally foolish hankerings after your lost youth.
"My darling, my little jasmine-flower," he whispered, softly, "I hate leaving you, but " "But it's impossible, Ruddy, my man. How can I send Ian Stafford away? It's too late to put him off." "There's no need to put him off or to send him away such old friends as you are. Why shouldn't he dine with you a deux? I'm the only person that's got anything to say about that."
"She is a flower, a jasmine-flower," he said, happily, as he made his way into the street. When he had gone she fled to her bedroom. Standing before the mirror, she looked at herself long, laughing feverishly. Then suddenly she turned and threw herself upon the bed, bursting into a passion of tears. Sobs shook her. "Oh, Ian," she said, raising her head at last, "oh, Ian, Ian, I hate myself!"
The pity of these for him for Rudyard Byng, because the flower in his garden, his Jasmine-flower, was swept by the blast of calumny! He sprang from his chair with an ugly oath. But Stafford stepped in front of him. "Sit down, Byng, or damn yourself forever.
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