'
'A la Maud Allan,' said Gudrun with a mocking grimace.
'Why Maud Allan?' he replied. 'Isn't it so? I always thought the legend
was that.'
'Yes, Gerald dear, I'm quite SURE you've got the legend perfectly.'
She was laughing at him, with a little, mock-caressive contempt.
'To be sure, I'd rather see the woman than the hair,' he laughed in
return.
'Wouldn't you just!' mocked Gudrun.
Ursula rose and went away, leaving the three together.
Gudrun took the picture again from Gerald, and sat looking at it
closely.
'Of course,' she said, turning to tease Loerke now, 'you UNDERSTOOD
your little Malschulerin.'
He raised his eyebrows and his shoulders in a complacent shrug.
'The little girl?' asked Gerald, pointing to the figure.
Gudrun was sitting with the picture in her lap. She looked up at
Gerald, full into his eyes, so that he seemed to be blinded.
'DIDN'T he understand her!' she said to Gerald, in a slightly mocking,
humorous playfulness. 'You've only to look at the feet--AREN'T they
darling, so pretty and tender--oh, they're really wonderful, they are
really--'
She lifted her eyes slowly, with a hot, flaming look into Loerke's
eyes.
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