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I had let down my hair

Your sweet masses of hair

—so that it flowed down my neck and shoulders

I saw it, I saw it. Oh, how lovely you were, Rita!

There were rose-tinted shades over both the lamps. And we were alone, we two—the only waking beings in the whole house. And there was champagne on the table.

I did not drink any of it.

[Looking bitterly at him.] No, that is true. [Laughs harshly.] "There stood the champagne, but you tasted it not"—as the poet says. [She rises from the armchair, goes with an air of weariness over to the sofa, and seats herself, half reclining, upon it.

[Crosses the room and stands before her.] I was so taken up with serious thoughts. I