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Would Vere ever do something really good? He
found himself longing that she might, as the proud godparent longs for
his godchild to gain prizes. He remembered the line at the close of
Maeterlinck's "Pelleas and Melisande," a line that had gone like a
silver shaft into this soul when he first heard it--"Maintenant c'est
au tour de la pauvre petite" (Now it's the child's turn.)
"Now it's the child's turn," he said it to himself, forming the words
with his lips. At that moment he was freed entirely from the
selfishness of age, and warm with a generous and noble sympathy with
youth, its aspirations, its strivings, its winged hopes. He got up
from his chair. He had a longing to go to Vere and tell her all he was
feeling, a longing to pour into her--as just then he could have poured
it--inspiration molten in a long-tried furnace. He had no need of any
one but Vere.
The doors opened and Hermione came back.
"Vere is coming, Emile," she said.
"You told her I was here?"
She looked at him swiftly, as if the ringing sound in his voice had
startled her.


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