Will you forgive me?
You are not frightened?"
"No. I was only thinking of the future of tomorrow."
"Let us forget to-morrow," the boy pleaded. "Can you not forget for
once?"
"We have to-day, and each other. '_Aujourd'hui le Printemps, Ninon_.'
It's summer for us now, Fatalite! When one loves there is always
summer."
He drew her out into the starlight as he heard the noise of the men
pushing back their seats and moving about overhead.
Several voices were raised in angry altercation.
He raged inwardly as he thought how in a few minutes he would have to
see her at the orders of them all, sent here and there, at everyone's
call, and forced to work without either thanks or reward.
"Let me go in, dear," Arithelli said. "They will expect to find things
ready."
But Vardri held her back.
"Let them expect! Give them the trouble of looking for you. They keep
you up all night, so they can afford to waste a few minutes extra."
It was both a foolish and useless protest and Arithelli knew that she
would pay afterwards for these snatched moments, but she did not grudge
the price, for to her they seemed worth the payment required.
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