She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. He hoped he would get to see the two suitors face off over Lucy. Melusine’s eyes shifted. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. 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.
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