The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. He was asleep. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. Too busy. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?” The girl shook her head. “As if it could possibly matter what such a person thinks of you. Mr. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless.
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