‘Then, as well, I am the “appointed guide” to Avernus,’ says Sappho with a delicious laugh. ‘Will you be willing to descend there also?’
‘With you as my guide ... yes,’ answers Madeleine.
There follows one of ces beaux silences, more gallant than the most agreeable conversation: one of the silences during which the wings of Cupid can almost be heard fluttering. Why does the presence of that mignon god, all dimples and rose-buds, terrify mortals as well as delight them?
Thus did Madeleine’s dreams quietly readjust themselves to their normal state and scornfully tremble away from reality.
PART II
‘Cela t’amuse-t-il tant, me dit-il, d’édifier ainsi des systèmes?’
‘Rien ne m’amuse plus qu’une éthique, répondis-je, et je m’y contente l’esprit. Je ne goûte pas une joie que je ne l’y veuille attachée.’