What matter though the one should hate her,
and the other love her, and she--
But, bother all things but the delirious present moment. Never fear
consequences. There were bright lights, and brilliant people, the hum of
many voices, the flash of many eyes, and a half secret between her, this
little creature up in the box, and the very handsomest man of them all.
So while Othello fell about the stage, and ground out tremendous curses,
Mae half shivered and glanced tremblingly toward Bero, and Bero
gazed back protectingly and grandly. Once, when Desdemona cried
out thrillingly, "Othello, il mio marito," Mae looked at Norman
involuntarily and caught a half flash of his eye, but he turned back
quickly to his companion and Mae's glance wandered on to Bero and rested
there as the wild voice cried out again, "il mio marito, il mio marito."
So the evening slid on. Mae smiled and smiled and opened and half closed
her eyes, and Norman invited Miss Rae to go to church with him, and to
drive with him, and to walk with him, and to go to the galleries with
him, "until, Susie Hopkins, if you will believe it, I fairly thought he
would drop on his knees and ask me to go through life with him, right
then and there.
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