But Mrs.Highcamp had one more touch to add to the picture.She took from the back of her chair a white silken scarf, with which she had covered her shoulders in the early part of the evening.She draped it across the boy in graceful folds, and in a way to conceal his black, conventional evening dress.He did not seem to mind what she did to him, only smiled, showing a faint gleam of white teeth, while he continued to gaze with narrowing eyes at the light through his glass of champagne.
"Oh! to be able to paint in color rather than in words!" exclaimed Miss Mayblunt, losing herself in a rhapsodic dream as she looked at him,"`There was a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold.'" murmured Gouvernail, under his breath.
The effect of the wine upon Victor was to change his accustomed volubility into silence.He seemed to have abandoned himself to a reverie, and to be seeing pleasing visions in the amber bead.
"Sing," entreated Mrs.Highcamp."Won't you sing to us?" "Let him alone," said Arobin.
"He's posing," offered Mr.Merriman; "let him have it out.""I believe he's paralyzed," laughed Mrs.Merriman.And leaning over the youth's chair, she took the glass from his hand and held it to his lips.
He sipped the wine slowly, and when he had drained the glass she laid it upon the table and wiped his lips with her little filmy handkerchief.
"Yes, I'll sing for you," he said, turning in his chair toward Mrs.Highcamp.He clasped his hands behind his head, and looking up at the ceiling began to hum a little, trying his voice like a musician tuning an instrument.Then, looking at Edna, he began to sing:
"Ah! si tu savais!"
"Stop!" she cried, "don't sing that.I don't want you to sing it," and she laid her glass so impetuously and blindly upon the table as to shatter it against a carafe.The wine spilled over Arobin's legs and some of it trickled down upon Mrs.Highcamp's black gauze gown.Victor had lost all idea of courtesy, or else he thought his hostess was not in earnest, for he laughed and went on:
"Ah! si tu savais
Ce que tes yeux me disent"--
"Oh! you mustn't! you mustn't," exclaimed Edna, and pushing back her chair she got up, and going behind him placed her hand over his mouth.He kissed the soft palm that pressed upon his lips.
"No, no, I won't, Mrs.Pontellier.I didn't know you meant it," looking up at her with caressing eyes.The touch of his lips was like a pleasing sting to her hand.She lifted the garland of roses from his head and flung it across the room.
"Come, Victor; you've posed long enough.Give Mrs.Highcamp her scarf."Mrs.Highcamp undraped the scarf from about him with her own hands.Miss Mayblunt and Mr.Gouvernail suddenly conceived the notion that it was time to say good night.And Mr.and Mrs.Merriman wondered how it could be so late.
Before parting from Victor, Mrs.Highcamp invited him to call upon her daughter, who she knew would be charmed to meet him and talk French and sing French songs with him.Victor expressed his desire and intention to call upon Miss Highcamp at the first opportunity whichpresented itself.He asked if Arobin were going his way.Arobin was not.
The mandolin players had long since stolen away.A profound stillness had fallen upon the broad, beautiful street.The voices of Edna's disbanding guests jarred like a discordant note upon the quiet harmony of the night.
