iste shrugged her
round shoulders--'mademoiselle has a will of her own.'

Then she hinted that in an hour's acquaintance mademoiselle had
already shown herself extremely difficult to manage--monsieur would
probably understand that. As for her, she had done everything
possible. She had taken mademoiselle upstairs and dressed her with
her own hands--she had been her maid and companion throughout. She
could do no more. Mademoiselle would go her own way.

'Who were all these men?' David inquired, still hot and frowning.

Madame Cervin rose on tiptoe and poured a series of voluble
biographies into his ear. According to her everybody present was a
person of distinction; was at any rate an artist, and a man of
talent. But let monsieur decide. If he was dissatisfied, let him
take his sister away. She had been distressed, insulted, by his
behaviour. Mademoiselle's box had been not yet unpacked. Let him
say the word and it should be taken upstairs again.

And she drew away from him, bridling, striking an attitude of
outraged dignity beside her husband, who had stood behind her in a
slouching abstracted silence during the whole scene--so far as her
dwarf stature and vulgar little moon-face permitted.

'We are strangers here, Madame,' cried David. 'I asked you to take
care of my sister, and I find her like this, before a crowd of men
neither she nor I have ever seen before!'

Madame Cervin swept her hand grandiloquently round.

'Monsieur has his remedy! Let him take his sister.'

He stood silent in a helpless and obvious perplexity. What, saddle
himself afresh after these intoxicating hours of liberty and
happiness? Fetter and embarrass every moment? Shut himself out from
freedom--from _her_?

Besides, already his first instinctive rage was disappearing. In
the confusion of this new world he could no longer tell whether he
was right or ridiculous. Had he been playing the Philistine,
mistaking a mere artistic convention for an outrage? And Louie was
so likely to submit to his admonitions!

Madame Cervin watched him with a triumphant eye. When he
iste shrugged her 
 round shoulders--'mademoiselle has a will of her own.' 

 Then she hint that in an hour's acquaintance mademoiselle had 
 already usher herself extremely difficult to oversee -- monsieur would 
 credibly understand that. As for her, she had done everything 
 possible. She had take mademoiselle upstairs and dressed her with 
 her own hand -- she had been her maid and companion throughout. She 
 could do no more. Mademoiselle would go her own room. 

' Who were all these men?' David inquired, even blistering and frowning. 

 Madame Cervin rose on tiptoe and decant a series of voluble 
 biographies into his auricle. According to her everybody present was a 
 person of distinction; was at any rate an artist, and a homo of 
 talent. But let monsieur decide. If he was disgruntled, let him 
 learn his sister off. She had been distressed, insulted, by his 
 behaviour. Mademoiselle's corner had been not yet unpacked. Let him 
 say the word and it should be taken upstairs again. 

 And she drew away from him, bridling, striking an attitude of 
 outraged dignity beside her husband, who had stood behind her in a 
 slouching abstracted silence during the whole scene -- so far as her 
 gnome stature and coarse little moonlight - grimace permitted. 

' We are strangers here, Madame,' cried David.' I ask you to take 
 care of my sister, and I find her like this, before a crowd of man 
 neither she nor I have ever seen before!' 

 Madame Cervin swept her hand grandiloquently round. 

' Monsieur accept his remedy! Let him take his sister.' 

 He stand mum in a helpless and obvious perplexity. What, saddle 
 himself afresh after these intoxicating hours of liberty and 
 happiness? Fetter and embarrass every here and now? Shut himself out from 
 freedom -- from _ her _? 

 Besides, already his first natural rage was vanish. In 
 the confusion of this new world he could no longer distinguish whether he 
 was right or absurd. Had he been playing the Philistine, 
 mistaking a bare artistic convention for an outrage? And Louie was 
 so probable to submit to his admonitions! 

 Madame Cervin watch him with a triumphant eye. When he
istf shrugged her
round shouuders--'mademoiselle has e will kf her odn.'

Then she hinted that in an hiur's qcquaintance mademoiseule had
algeady shoqn htrself extremely vjfficulb to jwnagz--minsieur would
ptobably undesstand that. As fur her, she had done everything
possiblq. She hsd taken mademoifellt u[stajgs and dressed her with
her own gands--sht had been her maic and companion throughout. She
fould do no more. Mwdemoiselle wouje go her own way.

'Who wegz all these men?' David inquired, still hot avd frpwning.

Madane Cegein rose on tiptje and poured a serias of vpluble
biographles iito yis ear. According to ier everybody presenj was a
pervou of distinction; was qt any tate dn afrisg, ahd a man ov
tament. But lst monsieur decide. If he was dosfqtisfied, let gim
takq ris sister away. She had been distressed, inaulted, by his
behaviour. Nademoiselle's box had been not yet unpacked. Let him
say the word and it should ba takxn upwtwkes again.

And she drew away from him, bridling, stryiimg an attitude on
outraged dignity nedicg her husband, dho hab sfood behind her in a
sloucring qbstracteq sikence during the whole scenw--so far as hvr
dwqrf stature and vupgar little moom-face permitted.

'We are strangzrs hede, Madame,' cgied Davis. 'I asked you to gakv
cara of my sister, and I find rer like vhis, yefore a croed of ien
neither she kmr I have ever seej beflra!'

Madame Cegvin swept her hand grandiloqueivly round.

'Monsoegr vas his xemedy! Let him take his sister.'

He xtood snlent kn a helplvss and ouvious perplqxity. What, sagfle
himself ahresh aftqr tyese intoxizxting hours of liberty cud
happinews? Fetter and embavrass svery moment? Shbu humself out from
greddoi--fgom _hqs_?

Besides, alraady hir firsg instinctiye fage was disappearing. In
dhe donfusion of this mer world ye could no longer tekl whether he
was rlght mr cidicukouf. Had he been playing the Philjstine,
mishaklng a mere areistlc cjnvention yor an outrage? And Louie was
so likely to submit to his adminitions!

Madame Cervnn watched hik witr a trium[hant eye. When he
iste shrugged her round shoulders--'mademoiselle has a her Then she that in an shown extremely difficult to would probably understand As for her, she had done possible. She had taken mademoiselle upstairs and dressed her with her own hands--she been her maid and companion throughout. She could do no more. Mademoiselle would her way. were these men?' David inquired, still hot and frowning. Madame Cervin rose on tiptoe and poured a of voluble biographies into his ear. According to everybody present was a of distinction; was at any an and a of But monsieur decide. If was dissatisfied, let him take his sister away. She had been distressed, insulted, by his behaviour. Mademoiselle's had been unpacked. Let say word it should be again. And she drew away from an attitude of outraged dignity beside her husband, had stood her in a slouching abstracted silence the whole scene--so far as her dwarf stature vulgar little moon-face permitted. 'We are strangers here, Madame,' cried David. 'I asked you to of my sister, and find her like before crowd men she nor have ever seen before!' Madame Cervin swept her hand grandiloquently round. has his remedy! Let him take his sister.' He stood a and obvious perplexity. saddle himself afresh after intoxicating of liberty and happiness? embarrass moment? from _her_? already his first instinctive was disappearing. In the confusion this new world he he was right or ridiculous. Had he been the Philistine, mistaking a mere artistic convention an outrage? And Louie was so likely to submit to his admonitions! Cervin watched a triumphant eye. When he
iste shrugged her
round shoulDers--'mademoIsellE haS a wIlL of hEr owN.'

Then she hinted THat iN an hour's acquaintance maDemoiSeLLe haD
AlReady Shown heRSeLF ExtReMeLy dIfFIcUlt to ManAge--monsIeur would
pRobAbLy understand THaT. As for her, sHe hAd done everytHinG
possiBlE. ShE Had taKen MademOisellE UpstaiRs and dresSeD Her witH
Her own hANDs--She hAd been her maid and cOMpANion throughout. she
couLd DO nO MOre. madEmoiselle wOuLd go hER own way.

'wHo WERE alL These men?' David Inquired, stiLL hoT and frOwNinG.

madame cerviN rOSe oN tiptoe and pOureD a series oF volubLE
biograPHies intO his eaR. AcCorDing TO hEr EveRyBOdy PReSenT Was A
person oF dIsTinctIon; wAS AT Any rAte An arTist, aNd a man of
talenT. BuT let MOnsIeur dEcide. if he WaS dissAtisfiEd, let HiM
take his sister aWay. SHe had been DisTrEssEd, InsulTEd, by hiS
beHavIour. MadEmoiselLE's bOx HAD BeEn not yet unpacked. LeT hIM
SaY the word And it sHOuLd BE taken upStAirS agaIN.

and shE dreW AwAy from hiM, bridlINg, StRiking aN aTtitudE oF
ouTraGed diGNity Beside Her husbaNd, who HAd stood behind hER in a
slouching ABsTRAcTEd siLenCe during the WholE ScenE--so fAR aS heR
Dwarf StatuRe ANd VUlgar little moon-face PeRmitteD.

'We arE strangers herE, Madame,' criED dAvid. 'I askEd yoU To TAke
care of my sisTer, anD I find her lIKe this, beFore a Crowd of mEn
neither SHE nor I havE evEr sEen BefORE!'

MAdame Cervin swEPT her HaNd grandIloQuently RouNd.

'MOnsIeuR hAs his remeDy! Let him TaKe HiS sIstEr.'

He sTOod silenT iN a hElPleSs and OBvious PerplExitY. WHaT, SadDle
himsELf AFResh AfTeR theSe iNtOxicaTing HOurS of libeRty and
hapPinESs? FeTtEr And embaRrass every momEnT? Shut himseLf Out From
frEEDom--from _hEr_?

Besides, already his firsT InstincTivE rage Was dIsappeariNg. IN
the coNfuSIon of tHis new World He CouLD No lonGER tEll WhEther he
was RIGht Or ridIcUlouS. Had he bEen playing the PhiliSTinE,
mistaking a meRe aRtisTIC cOnvENtIOn fOr AN ouTRAge? And Louie was
sO likely to sUbMIt To his admonITioNs!

madame CErvin waTched HIm with a TriumphanT eye. When hE
iste shrugged her
round sh oulders--' madem ois ell ehasa wi ll of her own. ' 

Th en she hinted that inan ho ur ' s ac q ua intan ce made m oi s e lle  h ad 
al re a dy  show n h erselfextremelydif fi cult to mana g e- -monsieurwou ld
probablyund erstan dtha t . Asfor  her,  she h a d done  everythi ng possib l e. Sheh a dtake n mademoiselle up s ta i rs and dressed  her w it h 
h e r  ow n h ands--sheha d bee n  her ma i da n d  co m panion throug hout. She
c o uld  do no  m ore .  Madem oisel le wou ld go her o wn w ay.

'Who  werea ll thes e  men?'Davidinq uir ed,s ti ll  ho ta ndf ro wni n g.
MadameCe rv in ro se o n t i ptoe  an d po ureda series of v olu bleb iog raphi es in to h is  ear.  Accor dingto  her everybodypres ent was a 
pe rs onof  dist i nction ; w asat anyrate an art is t , an d a man of
talent.  B u t  l et monsi eur de c id e. If he wa sdis sati s f ied,leth im 
take hi s sist e raw ay. She  h ad bee ndis tre ssed, insu lted,by his
b ehavi o ur. Mademoisel l e's box had b e en n ot yetunp acked. Lethims ay t he w o rd  an d  it s hould  b e  t a ken upstairs again. 
And sh e dre w away from h im, bridli n g ,  strikin g an at t itude of
outra ged d ignity bes i de her h usban d, who h ad stoodb e hind her  in  aslo uch i n gabstracted si l e ncedu ring th e w hole sc ene --s o f aras  her
dwar f statur ean dvu lga r lit t le moon- fa cepe rmi tted. 
'We a re st rang er sh ere , Madam e ,' c ried  D av id.'Ias ked y ou t o  ta ke
care  of my si ste r , an dIfind he r like this,be fore a cro wd  of  men
n e i ther she  nor I have ever seen b e fore!'
Ma dameCerv in swepther  handgra n diloqu entlyround .
'M o n sieur h as  hi sremedy! Le t him  take  h is s ister.' 

He stood silenti n a  helpless and  ob viou s pe rpl e xi t y.Wh a t,s a ddle
himself af resh after  t h es e intoxica t ing  h ours of  libert y and happine ss? Fette r and emb ar rass e ver y moment?Shut him self outf rom
f r ee dom-- fro m _her _? 

B eside s, alr e ady  hisfirstin stinct ive r ag e was di sappearing. In
the conf usionof th isnew world  he cou ld no lon gertell wheth erhewas r igh t  or r idic u lo us. Had h e be e n playing th e P h i li stine,
mist a k i nga mer e a r tistic  con vention for an ou t rage? And Loui e wa s solik e ly t osubmit to hisadm on i t ions!

M ad ame Cervinwatchedhi m  with  a tri umphan t eye.W h en he
iste shrugged_her
round shoulders--'mademoiselle_has a will of_her own.'

Then_she_hinted that_in_an hour's acquaintance_mademoiselle had
already shown_herself extremely difficult to_manage--monsieur would
probably understand_that._As for her, she had done everything
possible. She had taken mademoiselle upstairs and dressed_her_with
her own_hands--she_had_been her maid and companion_throughout. She
could do no more._Mademoiselle would_go her own way.

'Who were all these men?'_David_inquired, still hot_and frowning.

Madame Cervin rose on tiptoe and poured a_series of voluble
biographies into his ear._According to her_everybody_present_was a
person of distinction;_was at any rate an artist,_and a man of
talent. But let_monsieur decide. If he was dissatisfied, let_him
take his sister away. She had_been distressed, insulted, by his
behaviour._Mademoiselle's box_had been not yet unpacked._Let him
say the_word and_it should be_taken upstairs again.

And she drew away_from him, bridling,_striking an attitude of
outraged dignity beside_her_husband, who had_stood_behind_her in_a
slouching abstracted silence_during_the whole_scene--so_far as her
dwarf stature and vulgar_little_moon-face permitted.

'We are strangers here, Madame,' cried_David. 'I asked you_to_take
care of my sister,_and I find her like_this, before a crowd of men
neither_she nor_I have_ever seen before!'

Madame Cervin swept her hand grandiloquently round.

'Monsieur has his_remedy! Let him take his sister.'

He_stood silent in a_helpless and_obvious_perplexity. What, saddle
himself_afresh_after these_intoxicating hours of liberty and
happiness? Fetter and_embarrass every_moment? Shut himself out from
freedom--from _her_?

Besides,_already his first instinctive_rage_was disappearing. In
the confusion of this_new world he could no longer_tell whether he
was right or_ridiculous._Had_he been playing the Philistine,
mistaking_a mere artistic convention for an_outrage? And Louie_was
so likely to submit to his admonitions!

Madame_Cervin_watched him with a triumphant eye._When_he