went; they were the sensuous aristocrats; warm; bright; glancing
with pure pride of the senses。
The effect upon other people was extraordinary。 The glamour
was cast from the young couple upon all they came into contact
with; waiters or chance acquaintances。
〃Oui; Monsieur le baron;〃 she would reply with a
mocking courtesy to her husband。
So they came to be treated as titled people。 He was an
officer in the engineers。 They were just married; going to India
immediately。
Thus a tissue of romance was round them。 She believed she was
a young wife of a titled husband on the eve of departure for
India。 This; the social fact; was a delicious make…belief。 The
living fact was that he and she were man and woman; absolute and
beyond all limitation。
The days went by……they were to have three weeks
together……in perfect success。 All the time; they themselves
were reality; all outside was tribute to them。 They were quite
careless about money; but they did nothing very extravagant。 He
was rather surprised when he found that he had spent twenty
pounds in a little under a week; but it was only the irritation
of having to go to the bank。 The machinery of the old system
lasted for him; not the system。 The money simply did not
exist。
Neither did any of the old obligations。 They came home from
the theatre; had supper; then flitted about in their
dressing…gowns。 They had a large bedroom and a corner
sitting…room high up; remote and very cosy。 They ate all their
meals in their own rooms; attended by a young German called
Hans; who thought them both wonderful; and answered
assiduously:
〃Gewiss; Herr Baron……bitte sehr; Frau
Baronin。〃
Often; they saw the pink of dawn away across the park。 The
tower of Westminster Cathedral was emerging; the lamps of