Life mostly consists of putting up with things."
But even this consoling philosophy failed to have a rousing effect.
For the first time in her life Arithelli had fainted.
* * * * * *
When she came to her senses that evening Emile sent the landlady with a
message to the Hippodrome, telling the Manager to substitute another
turn, and then made Arithelli get into bed. Her dress and boots came
off and reposed upon the floor. The rest of her clothes were left on.
These details did not worry Emile. Then he found a book and sat
reading till she had drifted into a heavy sleep, the sleep of
exhaustion.
In his own way he was sorry for her, and his feelings were by no means
as brutal as his words. At the same time he did not believe in a
display of sympathy. According to his ideas it was demoralising, and
cured no one of complaints, imaginary or otherwise.
Also it was likely to make people hysterical. Therefore when Arithelli
woke at six o'clock in the morning, and sat up panting, with a hand at
her left side, he elevated both shoulders and eyebrows.
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