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But she made him be silent and went on very seriously, as though she were telling something of the highest importance: "She was at dinner: the Grand Duke was there: Myrrha was a Newfoundland dog.... No, a frizzy sheep who waited at table.... Ada had discovered a method of rising from the earth, of walking, dancing, and lying down in the air.
I told them so!... Well: we must wait for them...." He lay stretched out in the sun on the cracked earth. "Yes. Let us wait...." said Myrrha, taking off her hat. In her voice there was something so quizzical that he raised his head and looked at her. "What is it?" she asked quietly. "What did you say?" "I said: Let us wait. It was no use making me run so fast." "True."
Ernest gave him no cause for it: he seemed to be in love with Myrrha and was always reserved and polite with Ada, and even affected to avoid her in a way that was a little out of place: it was as though he wished to show his brother's mistress a little of the respect he showed to himself. Ada was not surprised by it and was none the less careful. They went on long excursions together.
Ernest smiled, went up to Myrrha, and kissed her: she seemed to take it as a matter of course. "What! You know each other?" asked Christophe in astonishment. "Why, yes!" said Myrrha, laughing. "Since when?" "Oh, a long time!" "And you knew?" asked Christophe, turning to Ada. "Why, did you not tell me?" "Do you think I know all Myrrha's lovers?" said Ada, shrugging her shoulders.
And now I found, by the number of my verses, that they began to swell into a little volume; which gave me an occasion of looking backward on some beauties of my author, in his former books: there occurred to me the Hunting of the Boar, Cinyras and Myrrha, the good-natured story of Baucis and Philemon, with the rest, which I hope I have translated closely enough, and given them the same turn of verse which they had in the original; and this, I may say without vanity, is not the talent of every poet.
Do we hear the romance of your concertinas setting thousands of hobnailed boots a-clatter with Terpsichore in the Boulevard de la Chapelle, in Polonceau and Myrrha, or do we hear only your union orchestra soughing through Mascagni in the Café de Paris? Do we know the romance of your peoples or the romance of your restaurateurs? Which? I wonder.
There occurred to me the Hunting of the Boar, Cinyras and Myrrha, the good-natur'd story of Baucis and Philemon, with the rest, which I hope I have translated closely enough, and given them the same turn of verse which they had in the original; and this, I may say without vanity, is not the talent of every poet.
There are also a great many herbs and plants which have retained the very same names of the men and women who have been metamorphosed and transformed in them, as from Daphne the laurel is called also Daphne; Myrrh from Myrrha, the daughter of Cinarus; Pythis from Pythis; Cinara, which is the artichoke, from one of that name; Narcissus, with Saffron, Smilax, and divers others.
In the first place, he is said to have begotten his son Adonis in incestuous intercourse with his daughter Myrrha at a festival of the corn-goddess, at which women robed in white were wont to offer corn-wreaths as first-fruits of the harvest and to observe strict chastity for nine days. Similar cases of incest with a daughter are reported of many ancient kings.
Maces from Banda, Java, and Malacca. Pepper Common from Malabar. Corall of Levant from Malabar. Sal Ammoniacke from Zindi and Cambaia. Myrrha from Arabia Felix. Ruvia to die withall, from Chalangi. Oppopanax from Persia. Lignum Aloes from Cochin, China, and Malacca. Agaricum from Alemannia. Bdellium from Arabia Felix. Nux Vomica from Malabar. Musk from Tartarie by way of China.
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