Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-16
Copyright 1905, 1907,
BY Little, Brown & Company.
CHAPTER TX.
The Indiscretion of the Marchioness

himself lightly with his pocket handker-
chief may account for the extraordinary
sense of pleasure which l am now eX-
perjencing AT the same time l can't see
why not.
II only met YOU this afternoon-a few
hours ago. Aud here we are. absolutely
wriEcl together on these seats-and my
chapcron is doing half the time
Pardon me-" Aynesworth objected, 4
krav y1u when YOU We're a child
For one day.
Nevertheless" Aynesvorth persisted.
tho fact remains If you date our ac-
ouaintarce from this afternoon. I DO not
| have never forgotten the little girl in
short frocks and long black hair. who
showed me where the seasulls built and
told me Cornish fairy stories
1t was a very long time ago she re
marked
-Four years" he answered; for you,
perhaps. a long time. because You have
changed from chiId-into a woman. But
for man approaching middle ase-as /
-uo;h.ns"'
That is all very we'll she answered,
chat / am not sure that We oushi-to he in
The gtIle.. at Coveut Garden together, with
a phaperon who will Sleep
''sle will wake up" lie declared, with
tie music.
And l." she mmmurcd will dream.
Isn't it lovely?'
He smiled
Il wonder how it really seems TO YOU
he remarked. ",,e are breathing an at
mosphere hot with gas and fragrant with
orange peel We are squashed in among
n crowd of people. of a class whom | fancy
that neither You nor | know UGH about.
And | saw You last in q wilderness! we
saw only the yellow sands and the rocks
and the Atlantic. We heard only the
thunder Of the sea and the screaming OF
scagullS. This is very different.
Wonderfully. wonderfully different, she
answered. Il miss it all, OF course | do,
and vet one is much nearer 10 life here.
the real life of men and women; ON, one
cannot compare it. Why should one try?
AL. listen.'
The curtain went up. The music Of the
orchestra subsidized and the music of the
human voice hoated through the opera
house-the human voice. vibrant with JOY
and PASSION and the knowledge Whlch lies
behind the veil Juliet found no time 10
talk then. no time To think even OF her
companion Her young checks were lush
eli, her eyes were bright with excitement
She leaned "A little forward IN her place
she passed with all the eitortess facIl!ty
of her Ingenious youth into the dim world
of golden fanCieS which the story OF the
opera was slowly unfolding. BESIDE her
Mrs TrcsfarWn doZed and bllnked ana
-dozed asafn-aud on her left Ayneswortn
himself a little affected by the music, stun
found time to glance continually at ms
companion, so radiant with life and so fer
'yently intent upon realizing to the fuil tins,
the first of its unknown joys. so with
rcrashng of chords and thunder of melody
the act went on. And when it was over
Juliet thought no more of the Cornish sea
and the lullaby of the waves. \ new music
was stirring in her young blood.
They were in the front row of lie gallery,
and presently she leaned over to gaze down
rl,.. 10
bikes and stalls whose bare shoulders and
kkiHfuily eoiffured hair flashed with jewels.
Suddenly her hand fell upon Aynesworths
arm.
- Look she cried in some excitement.
'rdo YOU see who that is in the box there
the, one almost next to the stage?'
A ypesworth, too. uttered a little eXclama-
ton. The lights from beneath were falling
fulf upon the still, cold face of the man
VINO had just taken a vacant chair IN. one
ssf the boxes.
.;Wingrave,' he exclaimed, and glanced
at once at his watch.
~ sir Wingrave Seton" she murmured.
Isn't it strange that l should see him here
tonight"
HE comes often" Aynesworth answered.
Music is one of his few weaknesses.
There was movement in the box. and
from behind the curtain. Juliet gave lit
tie gasp.
Mr. Aynesworth." she exclaimed. did
you ever such a beautiful woman? Do
tell me who she Isl"
"A very great lady in London society
Aynesworth answered. That is Emily.
Marchioness of Westchester.'
Juliet's eyes never moved from her until
the beautiful neck and shoulders were turn
ed away. She leaned over toward her COM
panion and she did not again, for some few
minutes, face the house.
She Is the loveliest woman I ever saw in
my life" Juliet said with a little sigh. rs
she great friend of Sir Wingrave Seton.
Mr.. Aynesworth?'
He has no friends" Aynesworth answer
ed. Il believe that they are very well
acquainted"
Poor Sir wingrave" Juliet murmured
softly.
Aynesworth looked at her in some sur
prise
1T is odd that you should have recog-
nzed him from up here he remarked
thoushtfully. He has changed 50 much
during the last few years"
Juliet smiled. but she did not explain.
She felt that she was obeying Wingrave's
wishes.
Il should have recognized him anywhere"
she answered simply. II wonder what they
are talking about She seems so interested
and he looks bored
Aynesworth looked at his watch. 1t was
barely 10 o clock.
Il am very glad to see him here this
evening, he remarked.
Il should like so much" she said. still
gazing at them earnestly. ito know what
they are talking about"
SO you will not tell me-" the marchion-
ess murmured. ceasing for moment the
graceful movements of her fan and look
ing at him steadily. You refuse me this
almost the first thing l have ever asked
you?''
1t is scarcely" Wingrave objected. "a
reasonable question"
Between you and me-" she murmured
''such punctlliousness Is scarcely necessary
is it?''
He withstood the attack of those wonder
full eyes lifted swiftly to his. and answered
her gravely.
You are Lady Ruth's friend" he re-
marked. Probably. therefore. she will tell
you all about it,
The marChioness laughed softly, yet with
something less than mirth.
Friends" she exclaimed Lady Ruth
and |? There was never a woman in this
world who was less my frend-especialIy
now
He asked for no explanation of her last
words, but in a moment or two she vouch-
safed II. She leaned little forward her
eyes flashed softly through the semi-dark-
ness.
Lady Ruth is afraid she said quietly,
that | might take you away from her ~
My dear lady he protested. the slight
friendship between Lady Ruth and myself
Is not OF the nature to engender such
fear"
She shrugged her beautiful shoulders
Her hands we're toying with the rope of
pearls which hung from her neck She
bent over them. as though examining the