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The whole interior was lined with what seemed to be a thick rose-coloured silk of a singularly smooth and shining quality, but at a sign from Morgana, Rivardi and Gaspard touched some hidden spring which caused this interior covering to roll up completely, thus disclosing a strange and mysterious "installation" beneath.
Married men especially! I think they do it to avoid conversation with their wives!" She laughed, and her eyes flashed mirthfully as Rivardi seated himself opposite to her at table. "Well, I am not married" he said, rather petulantly "Nor is Gaspard. But some day we may fall into temptation and NOT be delivered from evil."
"Ah yes!" and Morgana shook her fair head at him with mock dolefulness "And that will be very sad! Though nowadays it will not bind you to a fettered existence. Marriage has ceased to be a sacrament, you can leave your wives as soon as you get tired of them, or they can leave YOU!" Rivardi looked at her with reproach in his handsome face and dark eyes.
Do you not think I love my own life? Oh yes, I love it so much that I seek to prolong it, not risk it by sudden loss. Nor would I risk YOUR life or HIS!" and she looked towards Rivardi "HE is not frightened he will come with me wherever I go! Now, Monsieur Gaspard, see! Here is our breath of life!"
Our friend Giulio Rivardi has carried out all your plans?" "Everything is perfect!" said Morgana "Or will be when it is finished. The workmen still have things to do." "All workmen always have things to do!" said Don Aloysius, tranquilly "And nothing is ever finished! And you, dear child! you are happy?" She flushed and paled under his deep, steady gaze.
For most unquestionably there was something uncanny in a meal served under such strange circumstances, and so far as the two men were concerned it was only eaten to sustain strength. "Well, now, have I not been very good?" she asked suddenly of Rivardi "Did I not say you should fly with me to the East, and are you not here?
A less intelligent man than Rivardi would have adopted the cynic's attitude and averred that her rejection of love and marriage arose from her own unlovableness and unmarriageableness, but he knew better than that.
Again, it is seldom one meets with money and brains and beauty all together!" "Beauty?" Rivardi queried. "Why, yes! beauty that only flashes out at moments of all beauty the most fascinating! A face that is always beautiful is fatiguing, it is the changeful face with endless play of expression that enthralls, or so it is to me!"
Outside the building which, by its shape, though but dimly defined among shadows, was easily recognisable as a huge aerodrome, the tall figure of Giulio Rivardi paced slowly up and down like a sentinel on guard.
She rose from the little table, and called Gaspard to breakfast, while Rivardi went back to the business of steering. The day was now fully declared, and the great air-ship soared easily in a realm of ethereal blue blue above, blue below its vast wings moving up and down with perfect rhythm as if it were a living, sentient creature, revelling in the joys of flight.
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