Chapter7

    Forsomereasonorother,thehousewascrowdedthatnight,aJewmanagerwhometthematthedoorwasbeamingfromeartoearwithanoilytremuloussmile.Heescortedthemtotheirboxwithasortofpompoushumility,wavinghisfatjewelledhandsandtalkingatthetopofhisvoice.Drayloathedhimmorethanever.HefeltasifhehadetolookforMirandaandhadbeebyCaliban.LordHenry,upoherhand,ratherlikedhim.Atleasthedeclaredhedid,andinsistedonshakinghimbythehandandassuringhimthatheroudtomeetamanwhohaddiscoveredarealgeniusandgonebankruptoverapoet.Hallwardamusedhimselfwithwatgthefathepit.Theheatwasterriblyoppressive,andthehugesunlightflamedlikeamonstrousdahliawithpetalsofyellowfire.Theyouthsinthegalleryhadtakenofftheircoatsandwaistcoatsandhungthemovertheside.Theytalkedtoeachotheracrossthetheatreandsharedtheireswiththetawdrygirlswhosatbesidethem.Somewomenwerelaughingi.Theirvoiceswerehorriblyshrillanddiscordant.Thesoundofthepoppingofcorkscamefromthebar.

    "lacetofindonesdivinityin!"saidLordHenry.

    "Yes!"answeredDray."ItwashereIfoundher,andsheisdivinebeyondalllivingthings.Whes,youwillfeteverything.Thesehpeople,withtheircoarsefadbrutalgestures,beequitedifferentwhensheisoage.Theysitsilentlyandwatchher.Theyweepandlaughasshewillsthemtodo.Shemakesthemasresponsiveasaviolin.Shespiritualizesthem,andohattheyareofthesamefleshandbloodasonesself."

    "Thesamefleshandbloodasonesself!Oh,Ihopenot!"exclaimedLordHenry,whowassingtheoctsofthegallerythroughhislass.

    "Dontpayanyatt