him in the light of temptations, and very serious temptations at that. But always, after such fears, he succeeded in calming himself. She was passionate, radiant, awake, only when she was dancing. In real life she still appeared to him colder than a changeling child, and it was only when he looked at her vivid mobile mouth that he once remembered having described her to himself as a passionnée.
After the triumph of Naples they visited Turin, Vienna, Budapest, Brussels and Berlin. In every one of these towns Varsovina in Les Elfes created a furore. When she danced in Brussels Rosing invited Martens, Silvercroys and Vanderkerk to be his guests at the theater. Afterward, contrary to Martens' predictions, they had supper together, and Lina exerted herself to be particularly charming. But somehow matters were not quite the same as before. However delightfully she might play the part, she was no longer the modest Hebe of the quai des Augustins, and everything about her, her ruby pendant, her darkened eyes, the sable on her cloak, aird Rosing's private carriage, all contrived to emphasize the change in their situations.
When they drove home together that night, Rosing remarked:
"How extraordinary it is, my child, that those men— although no doubt excellent fellows in their own way— should ever have been close friends of ours. At Bruges, indeed, I must have stagnated."
"Ah-ha! At last you're speaking the truth! And yet how often have you condemned me for less than that!"
He was ashamed, then. He said hastily:
"My dear Lina, you wilfully misunderstand me. Yes, indeed you do."
And he began to explain at great length that while he would always have a profound affection for his friends