“Good evening, Mademoiselle Andree,” said a voice in her own language, and she looked up with that childishly startled air which was hers alone. It was Monsieur Robert, smiling with handsome boyishness and with a twinkle of mischief6 in his eye. She regarded him gravely.
“Good evening, monsieur,” she replied, timidly.
“I have good fortune,” he said. “I have thought of you so often; I have wished to meet you, and, behold7! here you are.”
She made no reply, but stood looking at him questioningly.
“Is it permitted to say that mademoiselle is very pretty this evening—as always?... Ah, we were to be friends, do you remember? It was agreed, was it not? And some day we were to talk of many things ... of the Académie and the Comédie and of yourself. Was it not so?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“It is well.” He laughed gaily8. “Then shall we talk this evening? You shall dine with me, then.... It is impossible that you are much occupied. Fortune could not be so unkind. You will dine with me and we will talk of those plans of yours?”
She considered a moment unsmilingly, and Monsieur Robert wondered what were her thoughts. It was impossible to guess.
“Yes,” she said, presently.
“There is a café at the corner of the rue9 Soufflot. Does that please you?”
“Yes.”
He took his place at her side and they continued up the boulevard, Andree silent and apparently10 preoccupied11; Monsieur Robert laughing, gay, exerting all his great charm and displaying his high abilities in droll12 humor. Occasionally Andree looked up at him a moment and smiled, but for the most part she was serious and gave what answers were required of her in monosyllables. They found a table on the sidewalk of the café and gave their orders.
“Mademoiselle desires to enter the Académie?” said he.
“Yes.”
“It is not easy to gain admission, which is correct. It is not every one who is fit.... There are the examinations, which are difficult.”
“I have not fear of the examinations, for I have studied very much. It is that—” She hesitated.
“That you have not an influential13 friend to make the recommendation. Is that it?”
“Yes.”
He laughed easily. “Why do you wish to become an actress?”
“Because I must do something—I must find a career, because it is necessary to eat. The stage is very well. I think I can do it; I have always felt I was for the stage.”
“That is very well. One must feel so.... You have the beauty that appeals, yes. You have the youth. You have the intelligence, that is clear. Now, if only you have the talent, the genius—”
“One does not know.”
“Until one makes the attempt, it is true.... But I have a feeling it is there, mademoiselle. Something tells me so. I am sure of it.”
“You are very amiable14.”
“No.... No.... It is but the truth.... But there is much hard work. In the Académie one must work until one is ready to drop with fatigue15.”
“It is nothing—if one succeeds.”
“True.... And the success is very good. Ah, mademoiselle, I can see the success of you. Behold!... To-day you are not rich, is it not so? You have no fame. But the future—what possibilities are there!... You succeed in entering the Académie. That is possible. You work, you study, you learn.... The teachers see that you have beauty, and they search for the talent.... That is their way, and when they see it to be present they make you work the harder and bestow16 upon you the extra pains. Oh yes.... I can see it. Then, with good fortune, you take the first prize of all the women, and that makes a place for you on the stage of the Comédie Fran?aise. You shall be a comédienne—that is for you.... And then—one day will come the great success....” He stopped suddenly and regarded her.
“Can you not see it? To-day you—you are very charming, but you are merely you. You have nothing, you are nothing. You have a room, perhaps, for which you pay seventy francs a month. Am I not right? You are not happy. You are hidden.... But then comes a wonderful night. You make the great success. Paris is at your feet. Paris adores you.... What does it mean? Ah, mademoiselle, one can scarcely imagine it. It means a career, a great success in life. It means to be adored, to have all that a beautiful woman can desire.... It means applause and the envy of all the world—everything! everything!... What a change! What a wonderful change!”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes glowing.
“It means that famous men will compete for your favor. You will be pointed17 out everywhere, received everywhere.... The papers will speak of your every movement.... You will be happy.”
“Yes,” she said.
Then his manner changed, his enthusiasm seemed to die, and he looked steadily18 into her face.
“But before it all comes one must enter the Académie.”
“It is so.”
“Mademoiselle, do you want very much to do so?”
“Oh, greatly! greatly!”
“Then it shall be. I guarantee it.”
“Oh, monsieur!”
He leaned over the table, his face serious now, his handsome eyes eager. “If mademoiselle will be kind,” he said.
She looked at him an instant and let her eyes fall.
“Ah,” she said.
“I love you.... I adore you.”
“No,” she replied, with the merest hint of a smile. “It is not so. You do not love me.”
“You are very lovely.... You are poor—you shall be rich. You are unknown—you shall be famous.... And I love you.”
She did not lift her eyes now, but sat very still and looked at her plate. Her face told him nothing; it had not altered its expression of detached gravity—and it intrigued19 him, made her the more desirable because he could not understand her. Her lips quivered, she closed her eyes and drew a little breath which was almost a sigh.
“It cannot be, monsieur.”
He sat erect20, astonished, really astonished.
“You—you refuse?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“You refuse fame and wealth and all that may be yours?”
“It is necessary, monsieur.”
“And why? Why?”
“Because, monsieur, I love, and I am happy.... I am faithful.... I am very happy.”
He stared, unbelieving. Then, “It is the American officer—this Capitaine Ware21?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“You—you throw it all away for him—for this foreigner? You throw away your chance—your career?... It is absurd, impossible!... But look, mademoiselle. These Americans they do not remain. There is the war. To-morrow, the next day, he may be ordered away—he may be sent back to America.... He will go away from you and leave you lonely.... For a week, a month, will you throw away your life? Oh, mademoiselle, think! It would be terrible.”
She smiled. “It is the first happiness I have known.... I love him, monsieur, and he loves me. We are very happy.... Life is not good. It is very bad, but there may be the little moments of happiness, and they are most sweet. Does monsieur understand? There may be grief and loneliness to follow, but those little moments—they are all of life.... Nothing else is to be considered. It is as you say.... It may be a week, a month, but I would not lose it, not for all you promise me.... And I am constant, I am faithful.... If I must buy my little moments with this career, then I shall pay—oh, so happily. Do you not understand? At all events, one can remember them while life lasts.... They will make a long life sweet.... And so, monsieur, it cannot be. I have considered and I have chosen....”
It was at this moment, the moment when Andree was surrendering her future, passing by the call of Fame and closing her ears to the knock of Opportunity, that Kendall Ware glared at her above the bushes that shut in the front of the café.... It was this moment that he saw—a wonderful, a glowing, a superb moment. He saw a miracle, and his eyes were shut so that it was not apparent to him....
Monsieur Robert was silent for a space, during which one might have told the numbers to twenty, and then he arose, very gravely, dignified22 now, courtly. He lifted Andree’s hand and bowed over it and his lips touched it in token of respect and of honor.
“Mademoiselle,” he said, quietly, “I have said that I love you.... It is true.... I have seen a great thing, a beautiful thing.... I am proud that I have kissed your hand. From this moment I revere23 two women—my mother and yourself....”
She smiled up at him with that quaint smile of hers, that smile which was half lost child, half banished24 fairy. “It is nothing ...” she said.
“May I walk on with you?” he asked.
She shook her head, and then extended her hand. “Good-by, monsieur,” she said.
He accompanied her to the open walk. “Good-by, mademoiselle,” he said, softly, and stood looking after her until she reached the distant Panthéon and turned the corner. Then he sighed and smiled and shook his head and walked away. “The women of France!...” he said aloud, and there was a hushed wonder in his voice.
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demureness
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proximity
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apprehension
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mischief
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behold
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gaily
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rue
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apparently
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preoccupied
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droll
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influential
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amiable
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fatigue
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bestow
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pointed
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steadily
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intrigued
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revere
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