She could
hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and
drew up the wooden part of the bridge. "Don't be angry with me, Thames," continued Sheppard, in a tone calculated, as
he thought, to appease his companion's indignation. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. 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. “How do you know?”
“Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?”
“YOU don’t know. I don't think. It was open. ”
“I told them a lie. I
should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it. The thing rankled in her mind night and day.
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