On the stream passed the flotillas of light craft, long, slender wherries, swiftly rowed by bare-armed oarsmen, whose muscles played beneath their bronzed skin.The women in the boats, in blue or red flannel skirts, with umbrellas, red or blue, opened over their heads and gleaming under the burning sun, leaned back in their chairs at the stern of the boats, and seemed almost to float upon the water, in motionless and slumberous pose.
The heavier boats proceeded slowly, crowded with people.Acollegian, wanting to show off, rowed like a windmill against all the other boats, bringing the curses of their oarsmen down upon his head, and disappearing in dismay after almost drowning two swimmers, followed by the shouts of the crowd thronging in the great floating cafe.
Yvette, radiantly happy, taking Servigny's arm, went into the midst of this noisy mob.She seemed to enjoy the crowding, and stared at the girls with a calm and gracious glance.
"Look at that one, Muscade," she said."What pretty hair she has!
They seem to be having such fun!"
As the pianist, a boatman dressed in red with a huge straw hat, began a waltz, Yvette grasped her companion and they danced so long and madly that everybody looked at them.The guests, standing on the tables, kept time with their feet; others threw glasses, and the musician, seeming to go mad, struck the ivory keys with great bangs;swaying his whole body and swinging his head covered with that immense hat.Suddenly he stopped and, slipping to the deck, lay flat, beneath his head-gear, as if dead with fatigue.A loud laugh arose and everybody applauded.
Four friends rushed forward, as they do in cases of accident, and lifting up their comrade, they carried him by his four limbs, after carefully placing his great hat on his stomach.A joker following them intoned the "De Profundis," and a procession formed and threaded the paths of the island, guests and strollers and everyone they met falling into line.
Yvette darted forward, delighted, laughing with her whole heart, chatting with everybody, stirred by the movement and the noise.The young men gazed at her, crowded against her, seeming to devour her with their glances; and Servigny began to fear lest the adventure should terminate badly.
The procession still kept on its way; hastening its step; for the four bearers had taken a quick pace, followed by the yelling crowd.
But suddenly, they turned toward the shore, stopped short as they reached the bank, swung their comrade for a moment, and then, all four acting together, flung him into the river.
A great shout of joy rang out from all mouths, while the poor pianist, bewildered, paddled, swore, coughed, and spluttered, and though sticking in the mud managed to get to the shore.His hat which floated down the stream was picked up by a boat.Yvette danced with joy, clapping and repeating: "Oh! Muscade, what fun! what fun!"Servigny looked on, having become serious, a little disturbed, a little chilled to see her so much at her ease in this common place.
A sort of instinct revolted in him, that instinct of the proper, which a well-born man always preserves even when he casts himself loose, that instinct which avoids too common familiarities and too degrading contacts.Astonished, he muttered to himself:
"Egad! Then YOU are at home here, are you?" And he wanted to speak familiarly to her, as a man does to certain women the first time he meets them.He no longer distinguished her from the russet-haired, hoarse-voiced creatures who brushed against them.The language of the crowd was not at all choice, but nobody seemed shocked or surprised.Yvette did not even appear to notice it.
"Muscade, I want to go in bathing," she said."We'll go into the river together.""At your service," said he.
They went to the bath-office to get bathing-suits.She was ready the first, and stood on the bank waiting for him, smiling on everyone who looked at her.Then side by side they went into the luke-warm water.
She swam with pleasure, with intoxication, caressed by the wave, throbbing with a sensual delight, raising herself at each stroke as if she were going to spring from the water.He followed her with difficulty, breathless, and vexed to feel himself mediocre at the sport.
But she slackened her pace, and then, turning over suddenly, she floated, with her arms folded and her eyes wide open to the blue sky.He observed, thus stretched out on the surface of the river, the undulating lines of her form, her firm neck and shoulders, her slightly submerged hips, and bare ankles, gleaming in the water, and the tiny foot that emerged.
He saw her thus exhibiting herself, as if she were doing it on purpose, to lure him on, or again to make sport of him.And he began to long for her with a passionate ardor and an exasperating impatience.Suddenly she turned, looked at him, and burst into laughter.
"You have a fine head," she said.
He was annoyed at this bantering, possessed with the anger of a baffled lover.Then yielding brusquely to a half felt desire for retaliation, a desire to avenge himself, to wound her, he said:
"Well, does this sort of life suit you?"
She asked with an artless air: "What do you mean?""Oh, come, don't make game of me.You know well enough what I mean!""No, I don't, on my word of honor."
"Oh, let us stop this comedy! Will you or will you not?""I do not understand you."
"You are not as stupid as all that; besides I told you last night.""Told me what? I have forgotten!"
"That I love you."
"You?"
"Yes."
"What nonsense!"
"I swear it."
"Then prove it."
"That is all I ask."
"What is?"
"To prove it."
"Well, do so."
"But you did not say so last night."
"You did not ask anything."
"What absurdity!"
"And besides it is not to me to whom you should make your proposition.""To whom, then?"
"Why, to mamma, of course."
He burst into laughter."To your mother.No, that is too much!"She had suddenly become very grave, and looking him straight in the eyes, said:
