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No, thank you, Monsieur Philidor. I'm doing my share. You shall do yours. I'll trouble you to keep your word. You shall paint portraits at two francs a head." "I didn't really intend " "You shall keep your promise," she insisted. "But, Hermia, I " "There are no 'buts'!" she broke in. "A moment ago you indulged in some fine phrases at the expense of my sincerity. Now look to yours.
You're rather overdoing the simple life, Monsieur er Philidor. You're very ragged and ah a trifle soiled." "Outwardly only, chre Olga," he laughed. "Inwardly my soul is lily-white." "I'm not so sure of that. No one's soul can be lily-white whose beard is two weeks old. Also, mon ami, you look half famished." "My soul " he began. "Your stomach!" she broke in. "Come with me.
The Cafe Philidor, at that period in the Rue Vivienne, was the rendezvous of this reputable faction, and here "le Capitaine" reigned supreme, receiving accounts of the various "affairs" which were transacting counselling and plotting for the future.
They had earned the right to lunch. They must also earn the right to dine and sleep! Late in the afternoon they came to a small village where a crowd of idlers soon surrounded them. Philidor unpacked Clarissa and recited in a loud tone the now familiar inventory of their artistic achievements and Yvonne, smiling, donned her orchestra, tuned her mandolin and played.
Notwithstanding the many objections to this, made with a view to delay his visit to the Philidor to a later period, it was at length agreed, that they should all repair to the cafe that evening, but upon the express understanding that every cause of quarrel should be strictly avoided, and that their stay should be merely sufficient to satisfy Trevanion's curiosity as to the personnel of the renomme captain.
Come one, come all, Messieurs, only once in a lifetime does one have a chance to see the Signorina Stella Fabiani, the child wonder, Queen of the Mat and Queen of the Air, in her extraordinary acts of flight and contortion " During this harangue Philidor had felt rather than seen the figure which had slowly wedged through the crowd at one side and now stood beside him.
He soothed her, but she started back, holding him at arm's length, her eyes the more lovely through their tears, "But I regret nothing. I would suffer more, if I might, to know what I know. I have learned the meaning of life, Philidor. I bless my pain for the new meaning it has given my joy. I bless your pain even, dear, for the new meaning it has given your unselfishness.
"I shall call you John, just the same," she announced. "By all means, or Philidor anything else would be rather silly under the circumstances. You aren't regretting this madness? There's still time to reconsider." "No," promptly. "I've burned my bridges. En avant, Monsieur." The next rise of land brought into view the houses of a small town huddled among the trees along the river bank.
She smiled mischievously. "I must, I think, Philidor. Would you have me compromised?" He laughed happily. "Yes. Compromised by reverence, pilloried by tenderness " "Not reverence, Philidor. I'm only a little devil, after all." "Then devils are angels in Vagabondia. Your wings are white, Hermia." "They're trailing now " "Brave wings fluttering weary of flight. They shall fly no more "
Enfin, he must be what no man is. Voyez-vous?" and she pointed the finger of scorn at Philidor. "He eats just as you or I." Madame Gugou laughed. "What you require is no man at all. Mademoiselle Yvonne, but a saint." "Perhaps," she finished, yawning. "But, bien entendu, I'm in no hurry."
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