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'I swam to my little bay again, he replied. 'Did you? she exclaimed, pleased. She sat down by the pool, in which she washed her feet free from sand, holding them to Siegmund to dry. 'I am very hungry, she said. 'And I, he agreed. 'I feel quite established here, she said gaily, something in his position having reminded her of their departure. He laughed.
There they stood at the head of the white, living moonpath, where the water whispered at the casement of the land seductively. 'It's the finest night I have seen, said Siegmund. Helena's eyes suddenly filled with tears, at his simplicity of happiness. 'I like the moon on the water, she said. 'I can hardly tell the one from the other, he replied simply.
Siegmund neither moved nor spoke. At last the clock struck midnight. She was weary with sleep, querulous with trouble. 'Aren't you going to bed? she asked. Siegmund heard her without paying any attention. He seemed only to half hear. Vera waited awhile, then repeated plaintively: 'Aren't you going to bed, Father? Siegmund lifted his head and looked at her. He loathed the idea of having to move.
There the children were brought to her. There she wept, and stared wildly about, as if by instinct seeking to cover her mind with confusion. The good neighbour controlled matters in Siegmund's house, sending for the police, helping to lay out the dead body. Before Vera and Frank came home, and before Beatrice returned to her own place, the bedroom of Siegmund was locked.
They seat themselves at table; the host asks for this guest's name, and as Siegmund, plunged in thought, does not at once reply, Hunding, remarking the interest with which his wife waits for the stranger's words, sardonically encourages him: "If you are in doubt about trusting me, yet give the information to the lady here. See how eagerly she questions you!"
They faced the lighted chamber of the west, whence, behind the torn, dull-gold curtains of fog, the sun was departing with pomp. Siegmund sat very still, watching the sunset. It was a splendid, flaming bridal chamber where he had come to Helena. He wondered how to express it; how other men had borne this same glory. 'What is the music of it? he asked. She glanced at him.
Siegmund darkened and frowned. Here was the pain revived again. 'No, he said gently; 'I think we had better not. Almost for the first time he did not make apologetic explanation. Helena turned to the window, and remained, looking out at the spinning of the lights of the towns without speaking, until they were near Sutton. Then she rose and pinned on her hat, gathering her gloves and her basket.
It was her hour of disillusion. 'Come to think of it, Siegmund continued, 'I have always shirked. Whenever I've been in a tight corner I've gone to Pater. 'I think, she said, 'marriage has been a tight corner you couldn't get out of to go to anybody. 'Yet I'm here, he answered simply. The blood suffused her face and neck. 'And some men would have made a better job of it.
Hunding recalls vaguely wild dark tales he has heard of the mighty pair, the Wölfingen. The disappearance of his father, Siegmund further relates, from whom he had been separated in a fight, and whom he could never, long though he sought, find again, nor any trace of him save an empty wolf-skin.
'The sea is a great deal like Siegmund, she said, as she rose panting, trying to dash her nostrils free from water. It was true; the sea as it flung over her filled her with the same uncontrollable terror as did Siegmund when he sometimes grew silent and strange in a tide of passion.
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