uch me."
He pressed the hands of both in turn, holding Maryan's hand
longer than the baron's, with the words:
"My dear-dear--dear."
The young man smiled.
"Do not grow so tender," said he, "for that injures the interior.
You are, however, a son of that generation which possesses an
antidote for melancholy."
"What is it?"
"Well, faith, hope, charity, with resignation and--other painted
pots. We haven't them, so we go to Tron-tron's, where Lili Kerth
sings. We are to give her a supper tonight at Borel's. Borel has
promised me everything which the five parts of the world can
give."
"As to the problematic nature of that Lili," remarked the baron,
"there are moments in which she takes on the superhuman ideal."
"What an idea, dear baron!" burst out Kranitski. "Lili and
superhumanity, the ideal! Why, she is a little beast that sings
abject things marvellously."
"That is it, that is it!" said the baron, defending his position,
"a little beast in the guise of an angel--the singing of
chansonettes with such a devil in the body--and at the same time
a complexion, a look, a smile, which scatters a kind of mystic,
lily perfume. This is precisely that dissonance, that snap, that
mystery with which she has conquered Europe. This rouses
curiosity; it excites; it is opposed to rules, to harmony--do you
understand?"
"Stop, Emil!" cried Maryan, laughing. "You are speaking to the
guardian of tombs. He worships harmony yet."
Kranitski seemed humiliated somewhat. He passed his palm over his
hair, and began timidly:
"But that is true, my dears; I see myself that I am becoming
old-fashioned. Men of my time, and I, called a cat a cat, a rogue
a rogue. If a Lili like yours put on the airs of an angel we
said: 'Oh, she is a rogue!' And we knew what to think of the
matter. But this confounding of profane with sacred, of the
rudest carnalism with a mystic tendency--"
The baron and Maryan laughed.
"For you this is all Greek, and will remain Greek. You wore born
in the age of harmony, you will remain on the side of harmony.
But a truce to talk. Let us go. Come, you will hear Lili Kerth;
we shall sup together."
"Come, we have a place in the carriage for you," said the baron,
supporting young Darvid's invitation.
Kranitski grew as radiant as if a sun-ray had fallen on his face.
"Very well, my dears, very well, I will go with you; it will
distract me, freshen me. A little while only; will you permit?"
"Of cou
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