Acquaintanceship had ripened fast after that first visit to his studio, and now it was her turn to be relieved that Mark Lennan devoted himself almost entirely to beasts and birds instead of to the human form, so-called divine.Ah! yes--she would have suffered; now that she loved him, she saw that.At all events she could watch his work and help it with sympathy.That could not be wrong....
She fell asleep at last, and dreamed that she was in a boat alone on the river near her country cottage, drifting along among spiky flowers like asphodels, with birds singing and flying round her.
She could move neither face nor limbs, but that helpless feeling was not unpleasant, till she became conscious that she was drawing nearer and nearer to what was neither water nor land, light nor darkness, but simply some unutterable feeling.And then she saw, gazing at her out of the rushes on the banks, a great bull head.
It moved as she moved--it was on both sides of her, yet all the time only one head.She tried to raise her hands and cover her eyes, but could not--and woke with a sob....It was light.
Nearly six o'clock already! Her dream made her disinclined to trust again to sleep.Sleep was a robber now--of each minute of these few days! She got up, and looked out.The morning was fine, the air warm already, sweet with dew, and heliotrope nailed to the wall outside her window.She had but to open her shutters and walk into the sun.She dressed, took her sunshade, stealthily slipped the shutters back, and stole forth.Shunning the hotel garden, where the eccentricity of her early wandering might betray the condition of her spirit, she passed through into the road toward the Casino.Without perhaps knowing it, she was ****** for where she had sat with him yesterday afternoon, listening to the band.
Hatless, but defended by her sunshade, she excited the admiration of the few connoisseurs as yet abroad, strolling in blue blouses to their labours; and this ****** admiration gave her pleasure.For once she was really conscious of the grace in her own limbs, actually felt the gentle vividness of her own face, with its nearly black hair and eyes, and creamy skin--strange sensation, and very comforting!
In the Casino gardens she walked more slowly, savouring the aromatic trees, and stopping to bend and look at almost every flower; then, on the seat, where she had sat with him yesterday, she rested.A few paces away were the steps that led to the railway-station, trodden upwards eagerly by so many, day after day, night after night, and lightly or sorrowfully descended.Above her, two pines, a pepper-tree, and a palm mingled their shade--so fantastic the jumbling of trees and souls in this strange place!
She furled her sunshade and leaned back.Her gaze, free and friendly, passed from bough to bough.Against the bright sky, unbesieged as yet by heat or dust, they had a spiritual look, lying sharp and flat along the air.She plucked a cluster of pinkish berries from the pepper-tree, crushing and rubbing them between her hands to get their fragrance.All these beautiful and sweet things seemed to be a part of her joy at being loved, part of this sudden summer in her heart.The sky, the flowers, that jewel of green-blue sea, the bright acacias, were nothing in the world but love.
And those few who passed, and saw her sitting there under the pepper-tree, wondered no doubt at the stillness of this dame bien mise, who had risen so early.
