The Third Scene - Page 2
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The dancing girls are all in white, the men in black. Some of the Guests wear black, white, and brightly yellow? flowers.
In the near corner, which is darker than the rest, Someone in Gray called He stands motionless. The candle in his hand is reduced two-thirds and burns with a strong, yellow light, casting a yellow sheen on His stony face and chin.
THE GUESTS' CONVERSATION
--It is a very great honor to be a guest at Man's ball.
--You may add, it is an honor of which very few have been deemed worthy. The whole city tried to get themselves invited, but only a very few succeeded. My husband, my children, and I are quite proud of the honor Man has showed us.
--I am really sorry for those who were not able to get here. They won't sleep the whole night from sheer envy, and to-morrow they'll say nasty things about the ball and call it a bore.
--They never saw such magnificence.
--Or such wonderful wealth and luxury.
--Or, I dare say, such charming, free and easy gayety.
--If this isn't gay, I should like to know what is.
--Oh, what's the use of talking? You can't convince people consumed by jealousy. They'll tell us we didn't sit on gilded chairs, absolutely not.
--They'll say that the chairs were of the commonest sort, bought at second hand.
--That the illumination was not by electricity, but just by tallow candles.
--Say candle stumps.
--Or dirty lamps.
--They'll have the impudence to maintain that the mouldings in Man's house are not gilded.
--And that the broad picture frames are not made of gold. It seems to me I can hear the very ring of it.
--You can see its glitter. That's quite sufficient, I should think.
--I have rarely had the pleasure of hearing such music.
--It is divine harmony. It transports the soul to higher spheres.
--I should think the music good enough, considering the money paid for it. It is the best trio in the city. They play on the most important and solemn occasions.
--If you listen awhile, it compels your absolute attention. After a ball at Man's, my children keep singing the tune a long time.
--I sometimes think I hear it in the street. I look around--no musicians, no music.
--What I like especially in these musicians is the great effort they make when they play. They know the price they're paid and don't want to get the money for nothing. That's very decent of them.
--It seems as if they became a part of their instruments, their efforts are so great.
--Or as if the instruments became part of them.
--How rich!
--How magnificent!
--How brilliant!
--How rich!
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