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She sang Melanie this bizarre song twice in her peculiar melancholy strain, and then suddenly threw around her the rug which lay on the bed, put one arm under her head, and remained quite motionless; she would not reply any longer to a single word of Melanie's. The next day Topándy returned from town; scarce had he taken off his traveling-cloak, when Czipra burst in upon him.
"Yes, certainly," said Abby, one of the younger girls; "but without Mademoiselle Melanie's sketch, without her ideas, her taste, what would" "There there; you talk too fast, Mademoiselle Abby; you are always chattering.
"We shall wait here by the bridge," Czipra added: and there she remained on the bridge, she did not herself know why, gazing at those plants on the surface of the water, that were hiding Melanie's ring. Lorand hastened along the corridors in despondent mood: if his brother had really come, his last hours would be doubly embittered.
They stopped in the middle of the bridge and leaning upon the railing looked down into the water; in the self same place where Melanie's engagement ring fell into the water. They gazed down into the water-mirror, and the smooth surface reflected their figures; the gypsy girl still wore a green dress, and a rose-colored sash, but Lorand still saw Melanie's face in that mirror.
The Cafe de Paris, kept by Melanie Cartier, a widow, was situated on the Place du Palais, a large irregular square planted with meager, dusty elm trees. The place was so well known in Vauchamp that it was customary to say, "Are you coming to Melanie's?"
Those blades of golden wheat and those scarlet poppies make the most perfect trimming for these ravishing shades of green; just the colors that become me most. That dress is a triumph, Mademoiselle Victorine!" "The design is Mademoiselle Melanie's, but the cut, the execution, they are mine," said the forewoman, complacently. "And for whom is the dress intended?
They picked up all the interesting items of fashionable news that dropped from the lips of the many lady loungers who amused themselves by spending their mornings at Mademoiselle Melanie's exhibition-rooms, giving orders for dresses, bonnets, etc., examining new styles of apparel, discussing the most becoming modes, or idly chattering with acquaintances who visited Mademoiselle Melanie upon the same important mission as themselves.
But when the door opened before the three figures that courteously hastened to greet the new-comer, and the two brothers stepped in, all three smiling faces turned to expressions of alarm. "You still dare to approach me?" that was Melanie's alarm. "You are not dead yet?" inquired Madame Bálnokházy's look of Lorand.
Melanie, who, native-like, was combing her hair in the sitting-room, rose from the mat upon which she was sitting and came to the door. 'What is it, Tom? she asked, leaning against the wall and drawing the comb slowly through her long, black locks. He will come for her again in about six weeks. Melanie's dark eyes glistened with pleasure. White women were rare visitors at lonely Fana 'alu.
Czipra might also be content with Melanie's conduct towards Lorand. Her eyes never rested on the young man's face, although they did not avoid his gaze. She treated him indifferently, and the whole day only exchanged words with him when she thanked him for filling her glass with water.