Out of the Past — page 60: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 57 “But you will never get there this way. There are no stop-overs on the road to heaven.” “That depends upon what angel comes in the way. I have an interesting score to show, if | may; a new work by Lalo. Do you lunch to-morrow at half after twelve? I will be there.” He started away, but returned to say soberly: “I beg your pardon, Miss Lloyd. I have not asked permission to lunch with you.” “Please come,” she replied. To lunch with Rose meant to sit apart by a window whose casements opened upon the quiet, spring-scented garden—to be served by pretty Babette, not fifteen, with saucy black eyes, and a complete subjugation to Rose. It meant to drift away on a sea of changing thoughts which touched, now far, now near, with a freedom possi- ble only to minds nicely attuned to the world’s interests. Robert prolonged every pretext of the dejeuner, and afterward spread upon the table the score of the vol- uminous new work with a deliberateness which irritated Mme. Blanc, whose French sense of propriety had been severely tantalized. | Those were days of joyous daring to Robert; days of stress to Rose. She must constantly meet him and must constantly hear the splendid abandon of his playing. CORNICLOOOKS.: