‘Hilary was
right. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with
Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and
obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the
second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain
was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the
people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the
auditorium were resuming. "
"Anything like that?"
"Yes; but the colour is lavender. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men
were miles down the coast. This means of
communication instantly brought them to the lobby. Wild in his
own domain. Put out your hand and
bid me God-speed.
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