The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the auditorium were resuming. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Now he courted with “servants” which he often killed afterward. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. If he wished, he could even take this inheritance from her. The hotel manager was expostulating and Ah Cum was replying by a series of expressive shrugs. An unwelcome idea came to him. Something softened in Melusine’s chest. Teddy Widgett hovered on the fringe of all these gatherings, blinking at Ann Veronica and occasionally making a wildly friendly dash at her, and carrying her and Miss Miniver off to drink cocoa with a choice diversity of other youthful and congenial Fabians after the meetings. But when he looked again, there she was! "I don't understand," he said, finally.
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