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CHAPITRE XXXIII.


LE CONCERT À L’HÔTEL.


— Bien sûr, Anne, tu vas mettre ta robe blanche en organdi, conseilla résolument Diana.

Elles étaient toutes deux dans la chambre du pignon est ; dehors le crépuscule naissait — un joli crépuscule vert-jaune avec un ciel bleu clair sans nuages. Une grosse lune ronde, passant lentement d'une luminosité pâle à un argent brillant, flottait au-dessus du Bois-hanté ; l'air était rempli de doux sons d'été : gazouillis d'oiseaux s'endormant, murmures étranges, voix lointaines et éclats de rire. Mais dans la chambre d'Anne, le store était tiré et la lampe allumée car elle allait activement se préparer.

Le pignon est était un lieu bien différent de celui qu'il avait été quatre ans plus tôt quand Anne avait senti sa froideur inhospitalière la pénétrer jusqu'au plus profond de son âme. Des changements avaient été apportés, Marilla les acceptant avec résignation, jusqu'à ce que la chambre devienne le petit nid doux et harmonieux dont une jeune fille pouvait rêver.

Le tapis de velours avec les roses roses et les rideaux de soie rose des premières représentations d'Anne ne s'étaient certes jamais concrétisés ; mais ses rêves avaient suivi le rythme de sa croissance et il est peu probable qu'elle ait à s'en plaindre. Le sol était recouvert d'une jolie natte, les rideaux qui garnissaient la haute fenêtre et flottaient au gré de la brise étaient en fine mousseline vert pâle. Quelques jolies images, données par Mme Allan à Anne, ornaient les murs non pas recouverts de brocart d'or et d'argent mais d’un délicat papier peint représentant des fleurs de pommier. La photographie de Mlle Stacy occupait la place d'honneur et Anne veillait particulièrement à toujours placer des fleurs fraîches sous le portrait. Ce soir le parfum délicat de fleur de lys embaumait la pièce d'une senteur de rêve. Aucun meuble en acajou, mais une bibliothèque bien remplie et peinte en blanc, un rocking-chair capitonné, une table de toilette recouverte d'une mousseline blanche à froufrous, un charmant miroir orné de cupidons roses et de grappes de raisin peintes à son sommet, se trouvant jadis dans la chambre d'amis, et un lit bas tout blanc.

Anne se préparait pour se rendre au concert à l'hôtel des Dunes Blanches. Les hôtes l'avaient organisé au profit de l'hôpital de Charlottetown et avaient recherché tous les talents amateurs disponibles dans les communes environnantes pour y participer. Bertha Sampson et Pearl Clay de la chorale baptiste des Dunes Blanches avaient été invitées à chanter en duo ; Milton Clark de Newbridge devait donner un solo de violon ; Winnie Adella Blair de Carmody devait chanter une ballade écossaise ; et Laura Spencer de Spencervale et Anne Shirley d’Avonlea devaient réciter des poèmes.

Comme Anne l’avait dit à un moment donné, c’était « une époque de sa vie » et l'excitation la faisait délicieusement frisonner. Matthew était au septième ciel, envahi de fierté de l'honneur conféré à son Anne et Marilla suivait pas loin derrière, bien qu'elle aurait préféré mourir plutôt que de l'avouer et dit qu'elle ne pensait pas que c'était très approprié que tant de jeunes gens se rendent à l’hôtel sans adulte responsable avec eux.

Anne et Diana devaient y aller avec Jane Andrews et son frère Billy dans leur buggy à double siège ; et plusieurs autres filles et garçons d'Avonlea en étaient également. On attendait une partie du public de l'extérieur, et un souper devait être offert aux interprètes après le spectacle.

— Crois-tu vraiment que c'est la robe en organdi qui va le mieux ? demanda, anxieuse, Anne. Je ne trouve pas que ce soit aussi joli que la mousseline à fleurs bleues— et ce n'est vraiment pas si à la mode que ça.

Mais elle te va quand même beaucoup mieux, dit Diana. Elle est si douce et froufroutante et elle te va si bien. La robe de mousseline est raide et te donne un air guindé. Mais on dirait que celle en organdi a été moulée directement sur tes formes.

Anne soupira et céda. Diana commençait à être réputée pour son goût remarquable en question d'habillement et ses conseils en la matière étaient très recherchés. Elle-même était très jolie ce soir-là, vêtue d'une jolie robe rose-églantine — couleur qui serait à jamais interdite à Anne —, mais comme elle ne devait prendre aucune part au concert, son apparence importait peu. Tous ses efforts étaient tournés vers Anne, qui, avait-elle promis, devait, pour la réputation d'Avonlea, être vêtue, peignée et parée comme si elle eût été une reine.

— Arrange ce volant un peu mieux . . . voilà ; bon, laisse-moi attacher ta ceinture et à présent occupons-nous de tes ballerines. Je vais te faire deux belles nattes et les relever à mi-hauteur avec de grands nœuds blancs... non, ne fais pas de boucle sur ton front... juste tes cheveux gentiment tirés de chaque côté. Anne, tu auras beau dire, cette coiffure te va à merveille, Mme Allan dit que tu ressembles à une Madone quand tu les portes ainsi. Je vais attacher cette petite rose blanche du jardin juste derrière ton oreille. Il y en avait qu'une sur mon rosier et je l'ai gardée pour toi.

— Vais-je porter mon collier de perles ? demanda Anne. Le semaine dernière, de retour de la ville, Matthew m'a donné ce collier et je sais qu'il aimerait que je le porte.

Diana pinça les lèvres, pencha de côté d'un air critique sa chevelure noire, et finit par se prononcer en faveur des perles qui immédiatement prirent place sur la délicate gorge laiteuse d'Anne.

— Tu es d'une telle élégance, Anne, déclara Diana, emplie d'une admiration dénuée de toute jalousie. Tu as un port de tête magnifique. Je suppose que c'est ta silhouette. Je suis toute boulotte. Je l'ai toujours craint mais maintenant je sais que c'est vrai. Eh bien, j'imagine que je n'ai plus qu'à me faire une raison.

— Mais tu as d'adorables fossettes, répondit Anne, avec un sourire affectueux et regardant le joli visage expressif si proche d'elle. D'adorables fossettes comme celles qu'on voit à la surface d'une délicieuse crème fouettée. J'ai abandonné le fol espoir d'avoir des fossettes. Mon rêve de fossettes ne sera jamais exaucé, mais je ne vais pas me plaindre car tant de mes rêves l'ont été. Suis-je prête maintenant ?

— Tout à fait prête, affirma Diana, alors que Marilla apparaissait dans l'embrasure de la porte, une silhouette émaciée et toujours anguleuse, la chevelure plus grise qu'autrefois, mais avec un visage empreint d'une bien plus grande douceur. Entre et viens admirer notre déclamatrice, Marilla. N'est-elle pas ravissante ?

Marilla émit un son entre le reniflement et le grognement.

— Elle est présentable. J'aime cette façon d'attacher ses cheveux. Mais je m'attends à ce qu'elle gâche cette robe en allant traîner dans la poussière et la rosée et elle semble bien trop légère par ces nuits humides. L'organdi est de toute façon l'étoffe la plus délicate à porter au monde : je l'ai dit à Matthew quand il l'a achetée. Mais « au jour d'aujourd'hui », il est inutile de dire quoi que ce soit à Matthew. Elle est loin l'époque où il suivait mes conseils, maintenant, il achète tout simplement des affaires pour Anne sans y regarder, et les vendeuses de Carmody savent qu'elles peuvent lui refiler tout ce qu'elles veulent.. Il suffit qu'elles disent qu'une chose est jolie... à la mode... et Matthew jette son argent là-dedans. Fais bien attention à garder le bas de ta robe loin de la roue, Anne, et mets ta grosse veste sur tes épaules.

Puis Marilla descendit les escaliers, pensant avec fierté combien Anne était jolie avec « Un rayon de lune couronnant son front » et regrettant de ne pas pouvoir aller au concert elle-même pour y entendre sa fille réciter.

— Je me demande si l'air n'est pas trop humide pour ma robe, s'inquiéta Anne.

— Pas du tout, rassura Diana en relevant le store. La nuit est merveilleuse et il n'y aura pas de rosée. Regarde ce clair de lune.

— Je suis si heureuse que la fenêtre de ma chambre soit tournée vers l'est, au soleil levant, fit Anne, en se rapprochant de Diana. C’est tellement beau de voir le jour se lever sur ces longues collines et le soleil briller à travers ces cimes aigües des sapins. C'est un nouveau spectacle chaque matin et j'ai l'impression de tremper mon âme dans ce bain de soleil matutinal. Oh, Diana, j'aime tellement cette petite chambre. Je ne sais pas comment je vais réussir à m'en passer quand je serai en ville le mois prochain.

— Ne parle pas de ton départ ce soir, supplia Diana. Je ne veux pas y penser, ça me rend tellement triste et je veux passer un bon moment ce soir. Que vas-tu réciter, Anne ? Et... est-ce que tu es tendue ?

— Pas du tout. J'ai si souvent fait des récitations en public que ça ne me dérange pas du tout à présent. J'ai décidé de réciter « Le vœu de la jeune fille ». C'est si poignant. Laura Spencer va réciter un texte comique, mais je préfère de beaucoup faire pleurer les gens que les faire rire.

— Que vas-tu réciter si tu es rappelée ?

— Ils n'auront pas envie de me rappeler, se moqua Anne, qui, en son for intérieur, espérait quand même que le public le fasse et elle se voyait déjà, au lendemain matin, racontant tout ça à Matthew à la table du petit déjeuner. Billy et Jane arrivent... j'entends le bruit des roues. Viens.

Billy Andrews insista pour qu'Anne monte sur le siège avant à côté de lui, ce qu'elle fit à contrecœur. Elle aurait vraiment préféré s'asseoir avec les filles à l'arrière, où elle aurait pu rire et bavarder à sa guise. Il n'y avait pas matière à rire ou à papoter avec Billy. C'était un jeune gars de vingt ans, grand, adipeux et impassible, au visage lunaire et inexpressif, totalement dépourvu du moindre talent pour faire la conversation. Mais il admirait Anne à la folie et débordait de fierté à l'idée de se rendre aux Dunes blanches au côté de cette silhouette mince et un peu guindée.

Anne, à force de parler par-dessus son épaule avec les filles et d'échanger de temps en temps une parole courtoise avec Billy - qui souriait, gloussait et était incapable de trouver rapidement une répartie - s'était débrouillée pour apprécier le trajet malgré tout. C'était une soirée de délices. La route était encombrée par les buggies se rendant tous à l'hôtel et des rires cristallins résonnaient le long du chemin. Lorsqu'ils atteignirent l'hôtel c'était un embrasement de lumière de haut en bas. Ils furent accueillis pas les dames du comité du concert, l'une d'elles emmena Anne au vestiaire des artistes, rempli par les membres du Club Symphonique de Charlottetown, parmi lesquels Anne se sentit soudain intimidée, effrayée et déplacée. Sa robe qui, dans le pignon est, avait semblé si délicate et jolie, semblait maintenant simple, quelconque... trop simple et quelconque pensa-t-elle, au milieu de toutes ces soies et dentelles qui chatoyaient et bruissaient autour d'elle. Qu'étaient ses perles au regard des diamants de la grande et séduisante dame à côté d'elle ? Et à quel point sa pauvre rose blanche devait sembler misérable à côté de toutes ces fleurs de serre qu'arboraient les autres ! Anne déposa son chapeau et sa veste puis se tassa misérablement dans un coin. Elle souhaitait seulement retourner dans la chambre blanche des Pignons Verts.

Ce fut pire encore sur l'estrade de la grande salle de concert de l'hôtel, où elle finit par se retrouver. Les lumières électriques l'aveuglaient, les parfums et le bourdonnement des voix lui donnèrent le vertige. Elle aurait souhaité être assise dans le parterre avec Diana et Jane, qui semblaient passer un excellent moment éloignées à l'arrière. Elle était coincée entre une forte femme en soie rose et une grande fille à l'air dédaigneux et en robe de dentelle blanche. De temps en temps, la dame forte tournait carrément la tête et scrutait Anne à travers ses lunettes jusqu'à ce qu'Anne, particulièrement sensible au fait d'être examinée ainsi, eût envie de hurler ; tandis que la fille en dentelle blanche continuait de parler distinctement à son proche voisin des « ploucs de la campagne » et des « belles rustiques » du parterre qui anticipaient avec volupté « tellement de plaisir » des prestations des talents locaux au programme. Anne pensait qu'elle allait détester cette fille en dentelle blanche jusqu'à la fin de ses jours.

Malheureusement pour Anne, une professeure de diction séjournait à l'hôtel et avait accepté de donner une récitation. C'était une femme svelte, aux yeux noirs, vêtue d'une magnifique robe d'une chatoyante étoffe grise comme tissée avec des rayons de lune, des pierres précieuses autour du cou et dans sa chevelure noire. Elle avait une voix merveilleusement souple et une exceptionnelle expressivité, le public se déchaîna lors de sa présentation. Sur le coup, Anne oublia tous ses tracas et soucis et l'écouta, les yeux ravis et brillants ; mais à la fin de la récitation, elle porta soudain les mains à son visage. Elle ne pourrait jamais monter et réciter après ça—jamais. Avait-elle jamais pensé pouvoir réciter ? Oh, si seulement elle était de retour aux Pignons Verts !

À ce funeste moment, on a appelé son nom. Tant bien que mal, Anne — qui n'avait pas remarqué le petit mouvement de surprise un peu honteux de la fille en dentelle blanche, et d'ailleurs elle n'aurait pas compris qu'il sous-entendait un subtil encouragement — se leva et se dirigea d'un pas chancelant vers la scène. Elle était si pâle que Diana et Jane, dans le public, se serrèrent mutuellement les mains dans une communion anxieuse.

Anne était morte de trac. Bien qu'elle ait souvent déclamé en public, elle n'avait jamais eu à faire face à un public comme celui-ci, et de le voir devant elle lui ôtait tout courage. Tout était si étrange, si brillant, si déconcertant... les rangées de dames en robe du soir, les visages attentifs, l'atmosphère de richesse et de culture qui l'enveloppait. C'est si éloigné du club des débats avec ses bancs ordinaires et les visages accueillants et sympathiques des amis et voisins. Elle pensa que le public serait sans merci. Sans doute, à l'instar de la jeune fille en dentelle blanche, anticipait-il le spectacle amusant de ses efforts rustiques. Elle se sentit désespérément honteuse et malheureuse. Ses genoux tremblaient, son cœur battait la chamade, un sensation horrible montait en elle, les mots restaient coincés dans sa gorge, et elle était sur le point de quitter la scène malgré l'humiliation qui, elle le sentait bien, serait toujours présente si elle agissait de la sorte.

Mais soudain, alors qu'elle fixait de ses yeux écarquillés et emplis de terreur le public, elle vit Gilbert Blythe au fond de la salle, penché en avant, le sourire aux lèvres... sourire qu'Anne considéra à la fois comme triomphant et railleur. En réalité, il n'était rien de tout cela. Gilbert souriait simplement car il savourait la soirée en général et plus particulièrement l'effet produit par la mince silhouette blanche et le visage intelligent d'Anne se dégageant sur un décor de palmiers. Josie Pye, qu'il avait conduite en voiture, était assise à côté de lui et son visage, à elle, affichait très clairement un air triomphant et moqueur. Mais Anne ne vit pas Josie et, de toute façon, elle ne se serait pas souciée d'elle si cela avait été le cas. Elle prit une longue inspiration et releva fièrement la tête, son courage et sa détermination agissant comme une décharge électrique. Elle ne serait pas mise en échec devant Gilbert Blythe... il n'aurait jamais un motif pour se moquer d'elle, jamais, jamais ! Son effroi et nervosité disparurent ; elle commença sa récitation, sa voix claire et douce atteignait le coin le plus reculé de la pièce sans tremblement ni hésitation. Elle avait totalement recouvré ses moyens, et en réaction à cet horrible moment d'impuissance elle récitait comme elle n'avait jamais fait auparavant. Quand elle eut fini, de sincères applaudissements fusèrent. Anne, retournant à son siège, rougissant de timidité et de joie, eut la surprise que la grosse dame en soie rose lui serre la main et la lui secoue avec énergie.

— Ma chère, vous avez été splendide, haleta-t-elle. J'ai pleuré comme un bébé, c'est vrai. Là, ils vous rappellent... ils veulent que vous y retourniez !

— Oh, je ne peux pas y aller, s'embarrassa Anne confuse. Mais pourtant... je le dois, ou Matthew sera déçu. Il a dit que le public me rappellerait.

— Dans ce cas, ne décevez pas Matthew, dit la dame en rose dans un large rire..

Souriante, rougissante, les yeux étincelants, Anne remonta sur la scène et récita un ensemble de textes charmants et drôles qui captiva plus encore son auditoire. Le reste de la soirée fut comme un petit triomphe pour elle.

Lorsque le concert fut terminé, la grosse dame en rose - qui était l'épouse d'un millionnaire Américain - la prit sous son aile pour la présenter à chacun ; et tout le monde fut charmant avec elle. La professeure d'élocution, Mme Evans, vint discuter avec elle, relevant qu'elle avait une voix charmante et qu'elle avait magnifiquement « interprété » sa sélection de textes. Même la fille en dentelle blanche eut un compliment languissant pour elle. Le dîner fut servi dans la salle à manger grande et magnifiquement décorée : Diana et Jane furent conviées à y prendre part aussi, puisqu'elle étaient venues avec Anne et que Billy était introuvable, s'étant éclipsé face à la peur mortelle que lui inspirait une telle invitation. Cependant, il les attendait, avec l'équipe, lorsque tout fut fini et que les trois filles sortirent gaiement dans le calme rayonnement d'un clair de lune lumineux. Anne inspira profondément, regardant le ciel clair derrière les branches sombres des sapins.

Oh ! c'était bon d'être dehors à nouveau dans la pureté et le silence de la nuit ! Comme tout était sensationnel, calme et merveilleux, avec le murmure perceptible de la mer et les falaises obscurcies en arrière-plan telles des géants inébranlables gardant les côtes enchantées.

– N'était-ce pas un moment merveilleusement parfait ? soupira Jane alors qu'ils s'éloignaient. – J'aimerais tant être une riche Américaine et pouvoir passer tout l'été à l'hôtel à porter des joyaux et des robes décolletées, à me nourrir de glace et de salade de poulet toute la sainte journée. Je suis sûre que ce serait toujours plus amusant que d'apprendre à l'école. Anne, ta récitation était tout simplement merveilleuse, cependant j'ai cru tout d'abord que tu ne commencerais jamais. Je pense que la récitation était meilleure que celle de Mme Evans.

– Oh ! non, ne parle pas comme ça, Jane, répliqua Anne sèchement, ça semble absurde. Ça ne peut pas être mieux que Mme Evans, tu sais, parce que c'est une professeure et que je ne suis qu'une élève douée d'un petit talent pour la récitation. Je suis suffisamment comblée si les gens ont plutôt apprécié la mienne.

— J'ai un compliment pour toi, Anne, glissa Diana. Du moins, je pense que ce doit être un compliment à cause du ton sur lequel il a été fait. Une partie l'était assurément. Un Américain était assis derrière Jane et moi... un homme qui paraissait si romantique, avec des yeux et des cheveux noirs comme du charbon. Josie Pye raconte que c'est un artiste en vue et que la cousine de sa mère, qui vit à Boston, est mariée avec un homme qui est allé à l'école avec lui. Eh bien, on l'a entendu dire... n'est-ce pas, Jane ? : « Qui est cette fille sur la scène avec ces splendides cheveux blond vénitien ? » J'aimerais faire son portrait. Voilà, Anne. Mais que signifie « cheveux blond vénitien » ?

— Je pense qu'on pourrait traduire ça par roux flamboyant, s’esclaffa Anne. Le Titien était un artiste célèbre qui aimait peindre les femmes à la chevelure rousse.

— Vous avez vu tous ces diamants portés par les dames ? soupira Jane. Ils étaient tout simplement éblouissants. Vous n'adoreriez pas êtres riches, mesdemoiselles ?

— Nous sommes riches, répliqua Anne avec ardeur. En effet, nous avons seize ans, nous sommes heureuses comme des reines et nous avons toutes, peu ou prou, de l'imagination. Regardez cette mer, les amies, ces reflets d'argent et d'ombre et cette promesse d'un monde invisible. Tous les diamants et l'argent du monde ne permettraient pas de s'enivrer plus de sa beauté. Même si vous le pouviez, vous n'auriez pas envie de devenir une de ces femmes. Voudriez-vous être cette jeune fille en dentelle blanche et afficher tout au long de votre vie un air hautain comme si vous n'étiez venues au monde que pour le mépriser ? Pourriez-vous vraiment imaginer vouloir être la dame en rose, bien gentille et aimable, mais si massive et petite. Ou même Mme Evans, avec cette expression tellement triste au fond des yeux ? Elle a dû être effroyablement malheureuse à un moment donné pour avoir un tel regard. Tu sais que tu ne l'aimerais pas, Jane Andrews !

— Je ne sais pas... exactement, dit Jane dubitativement. Je pense que les diamants réconforteraient beaucoup qui que ce soit.

— Bon bien, je ne veux être que moi-même, même si je passe toute ma vie sans le confort des diamants, déclara Anne. Je suis bien contente d'être Anne des Pignons Verts, avec mon collier de perles. Je sais que Matthew m'a montré plus d'amour avec ces perles que la dame en rose n'en a jamais reçu avec ses joyaux.
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CHAPTER XXXIII.
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THE HOTEL CONCERT.
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"Put on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly.
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But in Anne's room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important toilet was being made.
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To-night a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance.
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Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel.
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"Do you really think the organdy will be best?"
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queried Anne anxiously.
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"I don't think it's as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin—and it certainly isn't so fashionable."
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"But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana.
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"It's so soft and frilly and clinging.
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The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up.
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But the organdy seems as if it grew on you."
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Anne sighed and yielded.
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"Pull out that frill a little more—so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers.
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I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear.
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There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you."
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"Shall I put my pearl beads on?"
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asked Anne.
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"Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he'd like to see them on me."
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"There's something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration.
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"You hold your head with such an air.
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I suppose it's your figure.
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I am just a dumpling.
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I've always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so.
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Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it."
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"Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream.
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I have given up all hope of dimples.
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My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain.
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Am I all ready now?"
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"Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla.
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Doesn't she look lovely?"
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Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt.
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"She looks neat and proper.
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I like that way of fixing her hair.
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Organdy's the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it.
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But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays.
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Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it.
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Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on."
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"I wonder if it is too damp for my dress," said Anne anxiously.
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"Not a bit of it," said Diana, pulling up the window blind.
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It's a perfect night, and there won't be any dew.
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Look at the moonlight."
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"I'm so glad my window looks east into the sun-rising," said Anne, going over to Diana.
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It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.
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Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly.
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I don't know how I'll get along without it when I go to town next month."
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"Don't speak of your going away to-night," begged Diana.
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What are you going to recite, Anne?
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And are you nervous?"
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"Not a bit.
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I've recited so often in public I don't mind at all now.
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I've decided to give 'The Maiden's Vow.'
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It's so pathetic.
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Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but I'd rather make people cry than laugh."
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"What will you recite if they encore you?"
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"There are Billy and Jane now—I hear the wheels.
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Come on."
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There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy.
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It was a night for enjoyment.
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When they reached the hotel it was a blaze of light from top to bottom.
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What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her?
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And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hot-house flowers the others wore!
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Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner.
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She wished herself back in the white room at Green Gables.
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The electric lights dazzled her eyes, the perfume and hum bewildered her.
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Anne believed that she would hate that white lace girl to the end of life.
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She could never get up and recite after that—never.
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Had she ever thought she could recite?
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Oh, if she were only back at Green Gables!
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At this unpropitious moment her name was called.
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Anne was the victim of an overwhelming attack of stage fright.
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These people, she thought, would be merciless critics.
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Perhaps, like the white lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her "rustic" efforts.
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She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable.
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In reality it was nothing of the kind.
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But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have cared if she had.
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She would not fail before Gilbert Blythe—he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never!
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When she finished there were bursts of honest applause.
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"My dear, you did splendidly," she puffed.
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"I've been crying like a baby, actually I have.
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There, they're encoring you—they're bound to have you back!"
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"Oh, I can't go," said Anne confusedly.
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"But yet—I must, or Matthew will be disappointed.
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He said they would encore me."
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"Then don't disappoint Matthew," said the pink lady, laughing.
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The rest of the evening was quite a little triumph for her.
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Even the white lace girl paid her a languid little compliment.
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Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs.
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Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night!
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"Hasn't it been a perfectly splendid time?"
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sighed Jane, as they drove away.
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I'm sure it would be ever so much more fun than teaching school.
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Anne, your recitation was simply great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin.
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I think it was better than Mrs.
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Evans'."
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"Oh, no, don't say things like that, Jane," said Anne quickly, "because it sounds silly.
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I'm quite satisfied if the people just liked mine pretty well."
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"I've a compliment for you, Anne," said Diana.
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"At least I think it must be a compliment because of the tone he said it in.
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Part of it was anyhow.
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She has a face I should like to paint.'
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There now, Anne.
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But what does Titian hair mean?"
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"Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess," laughed Anne.
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"Titian was a very famous artist who liked to paint red-haired women."
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"Did you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?"
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sighed Jane.
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"They were simply dazzling.
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Wouldn't you just love to be rich, girls?"
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"We are rich," said Anne stanchly.
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Look at that sea, girls—all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen.
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We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.
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You wouldn't change into any of those women if you could.
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Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you'd really no figure at all?
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Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes?
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She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look.
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You know you wouldn't, Jane Andrews!"
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"I don't know—exactly," said Jane unconvinced.
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"I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal."
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"I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads.
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I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels."
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Update: Thank to Gaby and her watching the movie, we now know that:
1. Anne only use the formal form ("vous") at the start, but later (we agreed for Chapter XI) she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates. Marilla and Rachel are friends and they use "tu".
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We need to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Anne_of_Green_Gables_(1908)Voici la liste des lieux (et leurs traductions) fréquemment utilisés dans cet ouvrage.
The Idlewild = le Havre Sauvage
The White Sands = les Dunes Blanches
The Birch Path = le Sentier/Chemin des Bouleaux
The Haunted Wood = le Bois hanté
Orchard Slope = la Colline au Verger
Lover’s Lane = le Chemin des Amoureux

Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century. It recounts the adventures of Anne Shirley, an 11-year-old orphan girl who is mistakenly sent to Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, a middle-aged brother and sister who had intended to adopt a boy to help them on their farm in Prince Edward Island. The novel recounts how Anne makes her way with the Cuthberts, in school, and within the town. Since publication, Anne of Green Gables has sold more than 50 million copies and has been translated into 20 languages. It has been adapted as film, made-for-television movies, and animated and live-action television series. — Excerpted from Anne of Green Gables (1908) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

by gaelle044 3 months, 4 weeks ago

CHAPTER XXXIII.

THE HOTEL CONCERT.

"Put on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly.

They were together in the east gable chamber; outside it was only twilight—a lovely yellowish-green twilight with a clear blue cloudless sky. A big round moon, slowly deepening from her pallid lustre into burnished silver, hung over the Haunted Wood; the air was full of sweet summer sounds—sleepy birds twittering, freakish breezes, far-away voices and laughter. But in Anne's room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important toilet was being made.

The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years before, when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its inhospitable chill. Changes had crept in, Marilla conniving at them resignedly, until it was as sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire.

The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne's early visions had certainly never materialized; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth, and it is not probable she lamented them. The floor was covered with a pretty matting, and the curtains that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale green art muslin. The walls, hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry, but with a dainty apple-blossom paper, were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan. Miss Stacy's photograph occupied the place of honour, and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. To-night a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance. There was no "mahogany furniture," but there was a white-painted bookcase filled with books, a cushioned wicker rocker, a toilet-table befrilled with white muslin, a quaint, gilt-framed mirror with chubby pink cupids and purple grapes painted over its arched top, that used to hang in the spare room, and a low white bed.

Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; and Laura Spencer of Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite.

As Anne would have said at one time, it was "an epoch in her life," and she was deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honour conferred on his Anne, and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn't think it was very proper for a lot of young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them.

Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their double-seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going, too. There was a party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to the performers.

"Do you really think the organdy will be best?" queried Anne anxiously. "I don't think it's as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin—and it certainly isn't so fashionable."

"But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana. "It's so soft and frilly and clinging. The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew on you."

Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild-rose pink, from which Anne was for ever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the queen's taste.

"Pull out that frill a little more—so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers. I'm going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them half-way up with big white bows—no, don't pull out a single curl over your forehead—just have the soft part. There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear. There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you."

"Shall I put my pearl beads on?" asked Anne. "Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he'd like to see them on me."

Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favour of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne's slim milk-white throat.

"There's something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration. "You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it's your figure. I am just a dumpling. I've always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it."

"But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?"

"All ready," assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. "Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn't she look lovely?"

Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt.

"She looks neat and proper. I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she'll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these damp nights. Organdy's the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays. Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on."

Then Marilla stalked down-stairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that
"One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown"

and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite.

"I wonder if it is too damp for my dress," said Anne anxiously.

"Not a bit of it," said Diana, pulling up the window blind. It's a perfect night, and there won't be any dew. Look at the moonlight."

"I'm so glad my window looks east into the sun-rising," said Anne, going over to Diana. "It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don't know how I'll get along without it when I go to town next month."

"Don't speak of your going away to-night," begged Diana. "I don't want to think of it, it makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time this evening. What are you going to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?"

"Not a bit. I've recited so often in public I don't mind at all now. I've decided to give 'The Maiden's Vow.' It's so pathetic. Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but I'd rather make people cry than laugh."

"What will you recite if they encore you?"

"They won't dream of encoring me," scoffed Anne, who was not without her own secret hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next morning's breakfast-table. "There are Billy and Jane now—I hear the wheels. Come on."

Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him, so she unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls, where she could have laughed and chattered to her heart's content. There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round, expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. But he admired Anne immensely, and was puffed up with pride over the prospect of driving to White Sands with that slim, upright figure beside him.

Anne, by dint of talking over her shoulder to the girls and occasionally passing a sop of civility to Billy—who grinned and chuckled and never could think of any reply until it was too late—contrived to enjoy the drive in spite of all. It was a night for enjoyment. The road was full of buggies, all bound for the hotel, and laughter, silver-clear, echoed and re-echoed along it. When they reached the hotel it was a blaze of light from top to bottom. They were met by the ladies of the concert committee, one of whom took Anne off to the performers' dressing-room, which was filled with the members of a Charlottetown Symphony Club, among whom Anne felt suddenly shy and frightened and countrified. Her dress, which, in the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain—too simple and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her. What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her? And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hot-house flowers the others wore! Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner. She wished herself back in the white room at Green Gables.

It was still worse on the platform of the big concert hall of the hotel, where she presently found herself. The electric lights dazzled her eyes, the perfume and hum bewildered her. She wished she were sitting down in the audience with Diana and Jane, who seemed to be having a splendid time away at the back. She was wedged in between a stout lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful looking girl in a white lace dress. The stout lady occasionally turned her head squarely around and surveyed Anne through her eyeglasses until Anne, acutely sensitive of being so scrutinized, felt that she must scream aloud; and the white lace girl kept talking audibly to her next neighbour about the "country bumpkins" and "rustic belles" in the audience, languidly anticipating "such fun" from the displays of local talent on the programme. Anne believed that she would hate that white lace girl to the end of life.

Unfortunately for Anne, a professional elocutionist was staying at the hotel and had consented to recite. She was a lithe, dark-eyed woman in a wonderful gown of shimmering gray stuff like woven moonbeams, with gems on her neck and in her dark hair. She had a marvellously flexible voice and wonderful power of expression; the audience went wild over her selection. Anne, forgetting all about herself and her troubles for the time, listened with rapt and shining eyes; but when the recitation ended she suddenly put her hands over her face. She could never get up and recite after that—never. Had she ever thought she could recite? Oh, if she were only back at Green Gables!

At this unpropitious moment her name was called. Somehow, Anne—who did not notice the rather guilty little start of surprise the white lace girl gave, and would not have understood the subtle compliment implied therein if she had—got on her feet, and moved dizzily out to the front. She was so pale that Diana and Jane, down in the audience, clasped each other's hands in nervous sympathy.

Anne was the victim of an overwhelming attack of stage fright. Often as she had recited in public, she had never before faced such an audience as this, and the sight of it paralyzed her energies completely. Everything was so strange, so brilliant, so bewildering—the rows of ladies in evening dress, the critical faces, the whole atmosphere of wealth and culture about her. Very different this from the plain benches at the Debating Club, filled with the homely, sympathetic faces of friends and neighbours. These people, she thought, would be merciless critics. Perhaps, like the white lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her "rustic" efforts. She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable. Her knees trembled, her heart fluttered, a horrible faintness came over her; not a word could she utter, and the next moment she would have fled from the platform despite the humiliation which, she felt, must ever after be her portion if she did so.

But suddenly, as her dilated, frightened eyes gazed out over the audience, she saw Gilbert Blythe away at the back of the room, bending forward with a smile on his face—a smile which seemed to Anne at once triumphant and taunting. In reality it was nothing of the kind. Gilbert was merely smiling with appreciation of the whole affair in general and of the effect produced by Anne's slender white form and spiritual face against a background of palms in particular. Josie Pye, whom he had driven over, sat beside him, and her face certainly was both triumphant and taunting. But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have cared if she had. She drew a long breath and flung her head up proudly, courage and determination tingling over her like an electric shock. She would not fail before Gilbert Blythe—he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never! Her fright and nervousness vanished; and she began her recitation, her clear, sweet voice reaching to the farthest corner of the room without a tremor or a break. Self-possession was fully restored to her, and in the reaction from that horrible moment of powerlessness she recited as she had never done before. When she finished there were bursts of honest applause. Anne, stepping back to her seat, blushing with shyness and delight, found her hand vigorously clasped and shaken by the stout lady in pink silk.

"My dear, you did splendidly," she puffed. "I've been crying like a baby, actually I have. There, they're encoring you—they're bound to have you back!"

"Oh, I can't go," said Anne confusedly. "But yet—I must, or Matthew will be disappointed. He said they would encore me."

"Then don't disappoint Matthew," said the pink lady, laughing.

Smiling, blushing, limpid-eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little selection that captivated her audience still further. The rest of the evening was quite a little triumph for her.

When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady—who was the wife of an American millionaire—took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was very nice to her. The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her, telling her that she had a charming voice and "interpreted" her selections beautifully. Even the white lace girl paid her a languid little compliment. They had supper in the big, beautifully decorated dining-room: Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal fear of some such invitation. He was in waiting for them, with the team, however, when it was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance. Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs.

Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts.

"Hasn't it been a perfectly splendid time?" sighed Jane, as they drove away. "I just wish I was a rich American and could spend my summer at a hotel and wear jewels and low-necked dresses and have ice-cream and chicken salad every blessed day. I'm sure it would be ever so much more fun than teaching school. Anne, your recitation was simply great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin. I think it was better than Mrs. Evans'."

"Oh, no, don't say things like that, Jane," said Anne quickly, "because it sounds silly. It couldn't be better than Mrs. Evans', you know, for she is a professional, and I'm only a schoolgirl, with a little knack of reciting. I'm quite satisfied if the people just liked mine pretty well."

"I've a compliment for you, Anne," said Diana. "At least I think it must be a compliment because of the tone he said it in. Part of it was anyhow. There was an American sitting behind Jane and me—such a romantic-looking man, with coal-black hair and eyes. Josie Pye says he is a distinguished artist, and that her mother's cousin in Boston is married to a man that used to go to school with him. Well, we heard him say—didn't we, Jane?—'Who is that girl on the platform with the splendid Titian hair? She has a face I should like to paint.' There now, Anne. But what does Titian hair mean?"

"Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess," laughed Anne. "Titian was a very famous artist who liked to paint red-haired women."

"Did you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?" sighed Jane. "They were simply dazzling. Wouldn't you just love to be rich, girls?"

"We are rich," said Anne stanchly. "Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we're happy as queens, and we've all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls—all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn't change into any of those women if you could. Would you want to be that white lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you'd been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you'd really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look. You know you wouldn't, Jane Andrews!"

"I don't know—exactly," said Jane unconvinced. "I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal."

"Well, I don't want to be any one but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels."