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walls. And they seemed to illuminate the room like sunshine. Shotwell, who knew nothing about such things but envisaged them with reverence, seated Palla and presently took his place beside her. His neighbour on his left was Marya, again--an arrangement which Palla might have altered had it occurred to her upstairs. Estridge, very animated, and apparently happy, recalled to Palla their last dinner together, and their dance. Palla laughed: "You said I drank too much champagne, John Estridge! Do you remember?" "You bet I do. You had a cunning little bunn, Palla----" "I did not! I merely asked you and Mr. Brisson what it felt like to be intoxicated." "You did your best to be a sport," he insisted, "but you almost passed away over your first cigarette!" "Darling!" cried Ilse, "don't let them tease you!" Palla, rather pink, laughingly denied any aspirations toward sportdom; and she presently ventured a glance at Shotwell, to see how he took all this. But already Marya had engaged him in half smiling, low-voiced conversation; and Palla looked at her golden-green eyes and warm, rich colouring, cooled by a skin of snow. Tiger-golden, the _rousse_ ensemble; the supple movement of limb and body fascinated her; but most of all the lovely, slanting eyes with their glint of beryl amid melting gold. Estridge spoke to Marya; as the girl turned slightly, Palla said to Shotwell: "Do you find them interesting--my guests?" He turned instantly to her, but it seemed to her as though there were a slight haze in his eyes--a fixedness--which cleared, however, as he spoke. "They are delightful--all of them," he said. "Your blond goddess yonder is rather overpowering, but beautiful to gaze upon." "And Vanya?" "Charming; astonishing." "Lovable," she said. "He seems so." "And--Marya?" "Rather bewildering," he replied. "Fascinating, I should say. Is she very learned?" "I don't know." "She's been in the universities." "Yes.... I don't know how learned she is." "She is very young," he remarked. It was on the tip of Palla's tongue to say something; and she remained silent--lest this man misinterpret her motive--and, perhaps, lest her own conscience misinterpret it, too. Ilse said it to Estridge, however, frankly insouciant: "You know Marya and Vanya are married--that is, they live together." And Shotwell heard her. "Is that true?" he said in a low voice to Palla. "Why, yes."
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