"It is perhaps quite compromising, but I am free. Be good enough to call for me at eight o'clock."
Then he began to dream of the joy of shared pleasures, and instantly the fourth chapter of The Adorer found itself shaped.)
[CHAPTER XXVI]
THE ADORER
IV. The Blond Forest
"Nous promenions notre visage
(Nous fûmes deux, je le maintiens)
Sur maints charmes de paysage,
O soeur, y comparant les tiens."
Stéphane Mallarmé.
Prose pour des Esseintes.
The blond forest is filled with love: after the fall of sunlight and the night, smiling jewels.