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"You divide natures into noble and not noble," said the baron, with a smile; "but I, into annoying and interesting." Beyond the door the loud voice of Maryan was heard: "Emil, I will leave you and go to Tron-tron's. I will tell Lili Kerth that you remained for the night to nurse a sick friend."
It was not the bright sun, nor the silvery moon; it was just that red lantern which, shining on a throng in the street, enabled one to see many curious or brilliant objects. She knew of Lili Kerth, and the role which she played as to the world in general and the baron in particular.
You wore born in the age of harmony, you will remain on the side of harmony. But a truce to talk. Let us go. Come, you will hear Lili Kerth; we shall sup together." "Come, we have a place in the carriage for you," said the baron, supporting young Darvid's invitation. Kranitski grew as radiant as if a sun-ray had fallen on his face.
The baron in that case, as in others, wore no mask; sometimes he accompanied Lili Kerth to public promenades, and sometimes even showed himself with her in a box at the theatre. That was in contradiction with morals, especially in view of his relation with Irene; but subjection to morals, would not that be standing guard over graves, or the "darned sock?"
You are, however, a son of that generation which possesses an antidote for melancholy." "What is it?" "Well, faith, hope, charity, with resignation and other painted pots. We haven't them, so we go to Tron-tron's, where Lili Kerth sings. We are to give her a supper tonight at Borel's. Borel has promised me everything which the five parts of the world can give."
Kranitski, buried in the cathedra, panted aloud for some seconds till he said, with a complaining voice: "It is abominable! I do not wish a cocotte to throw her foot on my neck when I am thinking of eternity. What confounded tastes you have! Immediately after leaving Lili Kerth to play that divine Bach. Nonsense! mixture!
The guest smiled and whispered to the "Triumph of Death," at which he was looking, "Lili Kerth." Then he sank into the cathedra so that in spite of his lofty stature he almost disappeared in it. Soon the baron appeared at the door, and, accustomed to seeing Kranitski at various times, he nodded to him with a brief "Bon jour!" and turned to the organ.
Bach after Lili Kerth that is the bite, that is the irony of things. Do you know Baudelaire's quatrain?" He stood up, and, without declamation, even carelessly, through his nose and teeth, gave the quatrain: "Quand chez le debauche l'aube blanche et vermeil, Entre en societe de l'Ideal rongeur, Par l'operation d'un mystere vengeur, Dans la brute assoupie un Ange se reveille."
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