She enjoyed her mastery, and his discomfiture. Her look changed and
melted in an instant.

'I am rude,' she said, 'and you can't answer me back--not yet--for a
day or two. _Pardon_! Monsieur David--Mademoiselle--will you
come to supper?'

She put chairs and waved them to their places with the joyous
animation of a child, waiting on them, fetching this and that, with
the quickest, most graceful motions. She had brought from the
_armoire_ some fine white napkins, and now she produced a
glass or two and made her guests provide themselves with the red
wine which neither had ever tasted before, and over which Louie
made an involuntary face. Then she began to chatter and to
eat--both as fast as possible--now laughing at her own English or
at David's French, and now laying down her knife and fork that she
might look at Louie with an intent professional look which
contrasted oddly with the wild freedom of her talk and movements.

Suddenly she took up a wineglass and held it out to David with a
piteous childish gesture.

'Fill it, Monsieur, and then drink--drink to my good luck. I wish
for something--with my _life_--my soul; but there are people
who hate me, who would delight to see me crushed. And it will be
three weeks--three long long weeks, almost--before I know.'

She was very pale, the tears had sprung to her eyes, and the hand
holding the glass trembled. David flushed and frowned in the vain
desire to understand her.

'What am I to do?' he said, taking the glass mechanically, but
making no use of it.

'Drink!--drink to my success. I have two pictures, Monsieur, in the
Salon; you know what that means? the same as your _Academie?
Parfaitement!_ ah! you understand. One is well hung, on the
line; the other has been shamefully treated--but _shamefully!_
And all the world knows why. I have some enemies on the jury, and
they delight in a mean triumph over me--a triumph which is a
scandal. But I have friends, too--good friends
She enjoyed her mastery, and his discomfiture. Her look changed and 
 mellow in an blink of an eye. 

' I am rude,' she said,' and you can't answer me back -- not even -- for a 
 day or two. _ Pardon _! Monsieur David -- Mademoiselle -- will you 
 come to supper?' 

 She arrange electric chair and waved them to their position with the joyous 
 animation of a child, waiting on them, fetch this and that, with 
 the quickest, most elegant motions. She had brought from the 
 _ armoire _ some all right white napkin, and nowadays she produced a 
 glass or two and made her node provide themselves with the red 
 wine which neither had ever tasted earlier, and over which Louie 
 made an involuntary face. Then she began to chatter and to 
 eat -- both equally fast as possible -- now laughing at her own English or 
 at David's French, and now laying down her knife and branching that she 
 might look at Louie with an intent professional look which 
 contrasted oddly with the wild freedom of her talk and movements. 

 Suddenly she learn up a wineglass and held it out to David with a 
 piteous childish gesture. 

' satiate it, Monsieur, and then toast -- drink to my good luck. I wish 
 for something -- with my _ life_--my person; but there are citizenry 
 who hate me, who would delight to see me break down. And it will be 
 three weeks -- three long long weeks, almost -- before I know.' 

 She was very pale, the rip had sprung to her eyes, and the hand 
 holding the glass trembled. David flush and frowned in the vain 
 desire to understand her. 

' What am I to do?' he said, take the glass mechanically, but 
 making no use of it. 

' Drink!--drink to my achiever. I have two painting, Monsieur, in the 
 Salon; you know what that means? the like as your _ Academie? 
 Parfaitement! _ ah! you understand. One is well hung, on the 
 line; the other has been shamefully treated -- but _ disgracefully! _ 
 And all the world knows why. I have some enemies on the jury, and 
 they please in a mean victory over me -- a triumph which is a 
 scandal. But I have friends, besides -- good friend
She enjoyed her mastery, and his discomfitute. Her lmok chznged ana
melted in an instant.

'I am ruve,' sye saud, 'and you can't answer me back--nlt yet--foe a
dey or two. _Pardon_! Monsieuv Davjf--Madzmiiselle--will yoo
come to sup[er?'

She put chahrr cnd waved them to their places with ehe joypud
animation of w chplq, wajnikg on them, fetching this and thaf, with
tie quickest, mosy graceful motions. She had brokght from the
_armoige_ some fing whyre napkins, avd now she produced a
gmass or two and made her guests provnde themselcew wljh the red
wiie whibh neither had ever tdsted brfore, and over whmch Oouie
made an involuntery face. Then she bedan to chdtcer and to
eat--both as dawt as posvibld--bow lahgiinf at hfr kwn Englisg or
at Davie's French, and now lsyybg down her khife agd fork that she
might look at Louie with dn jntent professional looj which
contrasted oddpy with tre wild freedom of her talk and movements.

Suddenly she vouk bi x wlneglass and held it out to David with a
piteota vhpldish gesture.

'Filj it, Monsieir, amq then drink--dtink to my good luck. I wish
flr somejhing--wuth my _lise_--my soul; but there are people
wyo hate me, wko qould delight to sze me crusheb. And ot wikl be
three weeks--three lung mong weeks, wlmost--befkfe I know.'

She was vegy pdle, the udars had sprung tj her eyew, anb the havd
hokding ehe glass hrembled. David flushed ajd frlwted in the vain
desire to understand her.

'Whev am I to do?' ne sapd, taking the nlass mechanicajly, but
making uo use oy it.

'Drknk!--drink tk my surcess. I have two pictures, Lonsieur, in vhe
Salon; rou jnow what tfxt means? the ssme as yolr _Acaeemie?
Parfaitement!_ eh! yuh understand. Onz us well hung, on thd
lige; tie otrar has been vhamdfuuky trdated--buu _smamdfulky!_
And all the world nnowa why. I have some rncmies on jhe jury, wnd
they delignt in a mean triumkh ovec me--a vriumpn wrich is a
scandal. But I have frjends, too--hooq friends
She enjoyed her mastery, and his discomfiture. changed melted in instant. 'I am can't me back--not yet--for day or two. Monsieur David--Mademoiselle--will you come to supper?' put chairs and waved them to their places with the joyous animation of child, waiting on them, fetching this and that, with the quickest, most graceful She brought the some fine white napkins, and now she produced a glass or two and made her guests themselves with the red wine which neither had tasted before, and over Louie made an involuntary face. she to chatter to as as possible--now laughing her own English or at David's French, and now laying down her knife and fork that she look at an intent look contrasted with the wild her talk and movements. Suddenly she wineglass and held it out to David with piteous childish 'Fill it, Monsieur, and then drink--drink my good luck. I wish for something--with my soul; but there are people who hate me, who would delight to see me crushed. will be three weeks--three long weeks, almost--before know.' was pale, tears had to her eyes, and the hand holding the glass trembled. David and frowned in the vain desire to understand her. 'What to he said, taking glass mechanically, but making use it. 'Drink!--drink to my have pictures, Salon; know that means? the same your _Academie? Parfaitement!_ ah! you One is well hung, has been shamefully treated--but _shamefully!_ And all the knows why. I have some enemies on jury, and they delight in a mean triumph over me--a triumph which a scandal. have friends, too--good friends
She enjoyed her mastery, and hiS discomfitUre. HeR loOk cHaNged And
mElted in an instaNT.

'I am Rude,' she said, 'and you can't aNswer Me BAck--nOT yEt--for A
day or tWO. _PARDon_! moNsIeuR DAViD--MadeMoiSelle--wiLl you
come tO suPpEr?'

She put chaiRS aNd waved theM to Their places wIth The joyOuS
anIMatioN of A chilD, waitiNG on theM, fetching ThIS and thAT, with
thE QUiCkesT, most graceful motiONs. sHe had brought frOm the
_aRmOIrE_ SOme FinE white napkInS, and nOW she proDUcED A
GlaSS or two and made Her guests prOVidE themsElVes WIth the Red
wiNe WHicH neither had Ever Tasted befOre, and OVer whicH louie
maDe an inVolUntAry fACe. thEn sHe BEgaN To ChaTTer And to
eat--BoTh As fasT as pOSSIBle--nOw lAughIng at Her own English Or
aT DavID's FRench, And noW layInG down Her kniFe and FoRk that she
might lOok aT Louie witH an InTenT pRofesSIonal lOok WhiCh
contrAsted odDLy wItH THE wIld freedom of her talK aND MoVements.

SUddenlY ShE tOOk up a winEgLasS and HELd it oUt to dAvId with a
pIteous CHiLdIsh gestUrE.

'Fill iT, MOnsIeuR, and tHEn drInk--driNk to my goOd lucK. i wish
for somethINg--with my _life_--mY SoUL; BuT TherE arE people
who hAte mE, Who wOuld DElIghT To see Me cruShED. AND it will be
three weeks--ThRee lonG long Weeks, almost--beFore I know.'

SHE WAs very paLe, thE TeARs had sprung to hEr eyeS, and the hanD
Holding tHe glaSs tremblEd. David flUSHed and frOwnEd iN thE vaIN
DeSire to understAND her.

'whAt am I to Do?' hE said, taKinG thE glAss MeChanicallY, but
makiNg No UsE oF it.

'drink!--DRink to my SuCceSs. i haVe two PIctureS, MonsIeur, In ThE
salOn; you knOW wHAT thaT mEaNs? thE saMe As youR _AcaDEmiE?
ParfaiTement!_ ah! yOu uNDersTaNd. one is weLl hung, on the
liNe; The other haS bEen ShamefULLy treateD--but _shamefully!_
And all the WOrld knoWs wHy. I haVe soMe enemies On tHe jury, And
THey delIght in A mean TrIumPH Over mE--A TrIumPh Which is a
scANDal. but I hAvE friEnds, too--Good friends
She enjoyed her mastery, a nd his dis comfi tur e.He r lo ok c hanged and
mel t ed i n an instant.

'I am r ude,'  s h e sa i d,  'and  you ca n 't a nsw er  m e b ac k -- not y et- -for aday or two . _ Pa rdon_! Monsi e ur  David--Ma dem oiselle--wil l y ou
com etos upper ?'
Sheput ch a irs an d waved t he m  to th e ir plac e s  w iththe joyous
animat i on of a child, wa itingon th e m , f etc hing thisan d tha t , witht he q u ick e st, most grac eful motion s . S he had  b rou g ht fro m the 
_ a rmo ire_ some f inewhite nap kins,a nd nows he prod uced a 
gl ass  ort wo  a ndma d e h e rgue s tsprovideth em selve s wi t h t he r edwine  whic h neither had  ev er t a ste d bef ore,andov er wh ich Lo uie
m ad e an involuntar y fa ce. Thenshe  b ega nto ch a tter a ndtoeat--bo th as f a stas p o ss ible--now laughing  a t he r own En glisho rat David'sFr enc h, a n d  nowlayi n gdown her  knife an dfork th at  she
m ig htloo k atL ouie  withan inten t pro f essional lookw hich
contrast e do d dl y  wit h t he wild fre edom of h er t a lk  an d  move ments .Su d denly she took up a  w inegla ss an d held it out  to Davidw i t h a
pite ousc hi l dish gesture.
'Fil l it, Mons i eur, and  then  drink-- drink tom y  good lu ck.  Iwis h
f o r  s omething--wit h my _ li fe_--my  so ul; but  th ere  ar e p eo ple
who h ate me,wh owo ul d d eligh t  to seeme  cr us hed . And it wil l bethre ewe e ks- -threel on g long  w ee ks,alm os t--be fore I k now.'
She was v ery pale ,th e tears  had sprung t oher eyes,an d t he han d holdingthe glass trembled. Dav i d flush edand f rown ed in the  va in
des ire to und erstan d her .
'W h a t amI to  do ?'  he said,t a kin g the  g lass  mechan ically, but
making nouse of it.

' Dri nk!- - d ri nkt om y s uc c ess . I have two pict ures, Mons ie u r,  in the
Sa l on;  y ou know  what t hat m e ans? th e same as  your _Ac ad emie ? Par faitement! _ ah! yo u underst a nd. O n eis we llhung,on  th e
lin e; the oth er ha s been  s hamefu lly t re ated--bu t _shamefully!_
And all  the w orldkno ws why. I  ha v e s ome enemi es o n the jury , a ndtheydel i ght i n am ea n t r iumph  ove r  me--a tr i um phw h ic h is a
scan d a l . B ut Ihav e  frien ds,too--good friends 
She enjoyed_her mastery,_and his discomfiture. Her_look changed_and
melted_in an_instant.

'I_am rude,' she_said, 'and you_can't answer me back--not_yet--for a
day or_two.__Pardon_! Monsieur David--Mademoiselle--will you
come to supper?'

She put chairs and waved them to their places_with_the joyous
animation_of_a_child, waiting on them, fetching_this and that, with
the quickest,_most graceful_motions. She had brought from the
_armoire_ some fine_white_napkins, and now_she produced a
glass or two and made her guests_provide themselves with the red
wine which_neither had ever_tasted_before,_and over which Louie
made_an involuntary face. Then she began_to chatter and to
eat--both as fast_as possible--now laughing at her own English_or
at David's French, and now laying_down her knife and fork_that she
might_look at Louie with an_intent professional look_which
contrasted oddly_with the wild_freedom of her talk and movements.

Suddenly_she took up_a wineglass and held it out_to_David with a
piteous_childish_gesture.

'Fill_it, Monsieur,_and then drink--drink_to_my good_luck._I wish
for something--with my _life_--my soul;_but_there are people
who hate me, who would_delight to see me_crushed._And it will be
three_weeks--three long long weeks, almost--before_I know.'

She was very pale, the_tears had_sprung to_her eyes, and the hand
holding the glass trembled. David flushed and_frowned in the vain
desire to understand_her.

'What am I to_do?' he_said,_taking the glass_mechanically,_but
making no_use of it.

'Drink!--drink to my success. I_have two_pictures, Monsieur, in the
Salon; you know_what that means? the_same_as your _Academie?
Parfaitement!_ ah! you understand._One is well hung, on the
line;_the other has been shamefully_treated--but__shamefully!_
And_all the world knows why._I have some enemies on the_jury, and
they delight_in a mean triumph over me--a triumph_which_is a
scandal. But I have friends,_too--good_friends