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Chapter 24

           Seatedunderoneroofinmoreorlessenforcedsilenceandattention,thevagueandfrivolousthronggrewhushedandpassivethe‘society’smirkpassedoffcertainfacesthatwereastrainedtogrinastheirtonguesweretrainedtoliethedreadfulgiggleoftheunweddedman-hunterwasnolongerheardandsoonthemostexaggeratedfashion-plateofawomanforgottorustlehergown.Thepassionatevibrationsofavioloncello,superblyplayedtoadoubleharpaccompaniment,throbbedonthestillnesswithabeseechingdepthofsoundandpeoplelistened,Isaw,almostbreathlessly,entranced,asitwere,againsttheirwills,andstaringasthoughtheywerehypnotized,infrontofthematthegoldcurtainwithitsfamiliarmotto

           

           "Alltheworld’sastage

           Andallthemenandwomenmerelyplayers."

           

           Beforewehadtimetoapplaudthevioloncellosolohowever,themusicchangedandthemirthfulvoicesofviolinsandflutesrangoutinawaltzofthegiddiestandsweetesttune.Atthesameinstantasilverybelltinkled,andthecurtainpartednoiselesslyintwain,disclosingthefirsttableau"Society."Anexquisitefemalefigure,arrayedinevening-dressoftherichestandmostextravagantdesign,stoodbeforeus,herhaircrownedwithdiamonds,andherbosomblazingwiththesamelustrousgems.Herheadwasslightlyraisedherlipswerepartedinalanguidsmileinonehandsheheldup-liftedaglassoffoamingchampagnehergold-slipperedfoottrodonanhour-glass.

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