She loved to see it herself.
I could hear Christopher breathing very quickly. "My God!" he whispered,
"a man would go to hell for you."
Lord Robert got up abruptly and went out of the box.
Then it was as if Don Jose's dagger plunged into my heart, not Carmen's.
That sounds high-flown, but I mean it--a sudden, sick, cold sensation, as
if everything was numb. Lady Ver turned round pettishly to Christopher.
"What on earth is the matter with Robert?" she said.
"There is a Persian proverb which asserts a devil slips in between two
winds," said Christopher. "Perhaps that is what has happened in this box
to-night."
Lady Ver laughed harshly, and I sat there still as death. And all the time
the music and the movement on the stage went on. I am glad she is murdered
in the end--glad! Only I would like to have seen the blood gush out. I am
fierce--fierce--sometimes.
300 PARK STREET,
Friday morning, _November 25th._
I know just the meaning of dust and ashes, for that is what I felt I had
had for breakfast this morning, the day after "Carmen."
Lady Ver had given orders she was not to be disturbed, so I did not go
near her, and crept down to the dining-room, quite forgetting the master
of the house had arrived.
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