During
the performance, and after it."
His heart beat high. "You were not more so than I was," he said, looking
at her. "I thought of things possible and impossible. I had a vision."
So had she had a vision, whose force was such that she could not continue
to talk of such things. She had flashed her eyes upon him vividly for a
moment, but was compelled to turn them away. He read in them a wild
surmise; he thought that she understood him and was perturbed--perturbed,
but not displeased. The bustling entry of Chevenix, unannounced, prevented
him from pursuing his campaign.
Chevenix was gay. "Hulloa, Sancie--this is ripping. I say, I have
something frightfully interesting to tell you." Then he saw Morosine.
"Hulloa, Alexis, is that you? Now we'll sit each other out, and Sancie
won't have her news."
"But I hope I shall," she cried. "I haven't got a secret in the world.
Don't go, Prince, please. Mr. Chevenix shall tell you the news too. I
haven't the faintest idea."
"It's something you want to know very badly. At least, I should think you
did. It's not Nevile's address." She took him gaily.
"I don't want to know that at all, if it's a new one. I have three
already.
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