"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. A broken laugh followed the action. She glimpsed Chinese penury when she entered a square given over to the fishmongers. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue paper round the electric bulb. She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the auditorium were resuming. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting.
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