These thoughts accompanied him as far as his home, whither the rain forced him to return.
He had not wished to think directly of Sixtine all day, for fear of withering the expected pleasures by a precocious plucking; she had her revenge; although it was long before the hour of the rendezvous, he held her before his eyes, but changing and retreating, like a woman who comes and goes, busied with her toilet, disappearing all white, reappearing clothed in color, a summer landscape whose nuances obey the transparent play of clouds.
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
THE ESTHETIC THRILL
"Le style est inviolable."
Ernest Hello.
"Besides, here is the spring, it will enliven me. You will see," said the actor, with a malicious smile. "You will see. I do not detest the country, once in a while. It inspires fresh ideas that sometimes are lucrative. It is like the theater...."
"The public seems uneasy," said Sixtine. "One would swear that it does not understand."