"I just o ;

        "Papa Ferris is dead?"

        "Yes, at Jo;

        "Oe people."

        ttle boy moved from be o ;;

        Ferris o apprestretced silk o Elizabeths calm voice.

        "Mr. Ferris fat kno;

        "But w;

        Bailey and Elizabetrapped look. It ime ago," ;your motime ago."

        "Mr. Ferris?"

        ttle boy stared at Ferris, amazed and unbelieving. And Ferris eyes, as uroo. as it irue t at oime ranger, Elizabettle Butterduck during nig togets and -- finally -- endured in tude tru of the fabriarried love.

        Bailey said to t;Its somebodys supper-time. e on no;

        "But Daddy! Mama and Mr. Ferris -- I --"

        Billys everlasting eyes -- perplexed and ility -- reminded Ferris of t tle fad knobby knees w.

        "Quick marc; Bailey gently turned Billy to;Say good nig;

        "Good nig; fully, "I t I aying up for t;

        "You    e in after; Elizabet;Run along no;

        Ferris and Elizabet of tuation desded on t moments of silence. Ferris asked permission to pour    tail sable at    ticed the rack.

        "Do you still play as beautifully as you used to?"

        "I still enjoy it."

        "Please play, Elizabet;

        Elizabetely. o perform wies; she added readiness of relief.

        S as a prism in a m room. t voice of t pure and solitary, ed intermingling ed ed frame, tiple music, al and serene, floy. tless iies -- no, again submerged, it y of a si does not fear surreo toy of terial gat enri t first motif and atement ted he hall.

        "Daddy, ; A door was closed.

        t    in . No spoke to ime, anot o play. te air summoned a    in t of past longings, flicts, ambivalent desires. Straalyst for tumultuous anarche maid.

        "Miz Bailey, dinner is out on table no;

        Even after Ferris ed at table betill overcast tle drunk.

        "Limprovisation de la vie ; ;t makes you so aion of ence as a song unfinis;

        "Address book?" repeated Bailey. topped, nonittal and polite.

        "Youre still t; Elizabetrace of tenderness.

        It    evening, a potatoes. During t alive a versation    t Ferris o speak of Jeannine.

        "I first kumn -- about time of taly. S in Rome. I expect ;

        true, iable, t Ferris did not at first aoo    year spoken of marriage. And indeed, sill married -- to a e Russian moneyced for five years. But it oo late to correct t;to knoulations, Jo;

        ried to make amends rut;tumn is so beautiful. Balmy and blossoming." ;Jeale boy of six. A curious trilingual little felloo tuileries sometimes."

        A lie again. aken to ts t bared    in te pond and riddeo go in to t s t time, for Ferris    at tel. o ternoon. Only once aken Valentin to tuileries.

        tir. t in a ed cake ered in t clotill did not uand.

        "; Elizabet;Blo t;

        Ferris reized e. t lingeringly and ty-eigemples darkened and pulsed visibly.

        "Its time you started for ter."

        Ferris te good-byes. to the door.

        A reets    turnal city e attentiveness of departure aime and the ing journey.

        t day y from t, toylike, precise. t belantid tant European s of to of Elizabetle envy and inexplicable regret.    t ed tones,    remaiself evaded ead t voice of t Elizabet came to ed mogly and in a minor key. Suspended above ties of transiend solitude no loroubled    of y. During the shore of France.

        At midnigaxi crossing Paris. It s of t bistros gleamed on t pavements. As aler a transo fligis oo sudden. Ne m, t Paris. Ferris glimpsed ties, of transitory loves; and time, ter glissando of time always.

        "Vite! Vite!" error. "Dépêc;

        Valentin opeo tle boy gro, tarily.

        "Jattends Maman."

        Jeannine uro a drating    t es and rip balloon.

        "e o tuileries."

        to    Elizabeto , ttisoned -- time bringing only reition and sudden joy.

        "Monsieur Jean," t;did you see ;

        fused, Ferris t only of anot;See ;

        "Your dead papa in Geia." t;as ;

        Ferris spoke ;e en to tuileries. Ride to t s;

        "Monsieur Jean," Valentin said. "t;

        Again, terror t of ed years ain, responsive and fident, still led in ouc c te eyelasion ion as protean as e time.
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