It mattered little, whether Djalma knew or not, that she would be a spectator of the indignity.But when she saw herself recognized by the prince, when he carried the insult so far as to look full at her, and, at the same time, raise to his lips the creature's bouquet who accompanied him, Adrienne was seized with noble indignation, and felt sufficient courage to remain: instead of closing her eyes to evidence, she found a sort of barbarous pleasure in assisting at the agony and death of her pure and divine love.With head erect, proud and flashing eye, flushed cheek, and curling lip, she looked in her turn at the prince with disdainful steadiness.It was with a sardonic smile that she said to the marchioness, who, like many others of the spectators was occupied with what was passing in the stage-box: "This revolting exhibition of savage manners is at least in accordance with the rest of the performance."
"Certainly," said the marchioness; "and my dear uncle will have lost, perhaps, the most amusing part."
"Montbron?" said Adrienne, hastily, with hardly repressed bitterness;
"yes, he will regret not having seen all.I am impatient for his arrival.Is it not to him that I am indebted for his charming evening?"
Perhaps Madame de Morinval would have remarked the expression of bitter irony, that Adrienne could not altogether dissemble, if suddenly a hoarse and prolonged roar had net attracted her attention, as well as that of the rest of the audience, who had hitherto been quite indifferent to the scenes intended for an introduction to the appearance of Morok.Every eye was now turned instinctively towards the cavern situated to the left of the stage, just below Mdlle.de Cardoville's box; a thrill of curiosity ran through the house.A second roar, deeper and more sonorous, and apparently expressive of more irritation than the first, now rose from the cave, the mouth of which was half-hidden by artificial brambles, made so as to be easily put on one side.At this sound, the Englishman stood up in his little box, leaned half over the front, and began to rub his hands with great energy; then, remaining perfectly motionless, he fixed his large, green, glittering eyes on the mouth of the cavern.
At these ferocious howlings, Djalma also had started, notwithstanding the frenzy of love, hate, and jealousy, to which he was a prey.The sight of this forest, and the roarings of the panther, filled him with deep emotion, for they recalled the remembrance of his country, and of those great hunts which, like war, have their own terrible excitement.Had he suddenly heard the horns and gongs of his father's army sounding to the charge, he could not have been transported with more savage ardor.And now deep growls, like distant thunder, almost drowned the roar of the panther.The lion and tiger, Judas and Cain answered her from their dens at the back of the stage.On this frightful concert, with which his ears had been familiar in the midst of the solitudes of India, when he lay encamped, for the purposes of the chase or of war, Djalma's blood boiled in his veins.His eyes sparkled with a wild ardor.Leaning a little forward, with both hands pressed on the front of the box, his whole body trembled with a convulsive shudder.The audience, the theatre, Adrienne herself no longer existed for him; he was in a forest of his own lands, tracking the tiger.
Then there mingled with his beauty so intrepid and ferocious an expression, that Rose-Pompon looked at him with a sort of terror and passionate admiration.For the first time in her life, perhaps, her pretty blue eyes, generally so gay and mischievous; expressed a serious emotion.She could not explain what she felt; but her heart seemed frightened, and beat violently, as though some calamity were at hand.
Yielding to a movement of involuntary fear, she seized Djalma by the arm, and said to him: "Do not stare so into that cavern; you frighten me."
Djalma did not hear what she said.
"Here he is! here he is!" murmured the crowd, almost with one voice, as Morok appeared at the back of the stage.
Dressed as we have described, Morok now carried in addition a bow and a long quiver full of arrows.He slowly descended the line of painted rocks, which came sloping down towards the centre of the stage.From time to time, he stopped as if to listen, and appeared to advance with caution.Looking from one side to the other, his eyes involuntarily encountered the large, green eyes of the Englishman, whose box was close to the cavern.Instantly the lion-tamer's countenance was contracted in so frightful a manner, that Lady Morinval, who was examining him closely with the aid of an excellent glass, said hastily to Adrienne: "My dear, the man is afraid.Some misfortune will happen."
"How can accidents happen," said Adrienne, with a sardonic smile, "in the midst of this brilliant crowd, so well dressed and full of animation!
Misfortunes here, this evening! why, dear Julia, you do not think it.It is in darkness and solitude that misfortunes come--never in the midst of a joyous crowd, and in all this blaze of light."
"Good gracious, Adrienne! take care!" cried the marchioness, unable to repress an exclamation of alarm, and seizing her arm, as if to draw her closer; "do you not see it?" And with a trembling hand, she pointed to the cavern's mouth.Adrienne hastily bent forward, and looked in that direction."Take care, do not lean so forward!" exclaimed Lady Morinval.
"Your terrors are nonsensical, my dear," said the marquis to his wife.
"The panther is securely chained; and even were it to break its chains (which is impossible), we are here beyond its reach."
