Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
290
Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
·
Sir Max Beerbohm
119
As
he
began
the
second
stanza,
predicting
that
when
his
lady
died
too
the
angels
of
heaven
would
bear
her
straight
to
him,
the
audience
heard
a
loud
murmur,
or
subdued
roar,
outside
the
Hall.
And
after
a
few
bars
the
warbler
suddenly
ceased,
staring
straight
in
front
of
him
as
though
he
saw
a
vision.
Automatically,
all
heads
veered
in
the
direction
of
his
gaze.
From
the
entrance,
slowly
along
the
aisle,
came
Zuleika,
brilliant
in
black.
To
the
Duke,
who
had
rapturously
risen,
she
nodded
and
smiled
as
she
swerved
down
on
the
chair
beside
him.
She
looked
to
him
somehow
different.
He
had
quite
forgiven
her
for
being
late:
her
mere
presence
was
a
perfect
excuse.
And
the
very
change
in
her,
though
he
could
not
define
it,
was
somehow
pleasing
to
him.
He
was
about
to
question
her,
but
she
shook
her
head
and
held
up
to
her
lips
a
black-gloved
forefinger,
enjoining
silence
for
the
singer,
who,
with
dogged
British
pluck,
had
harked
back
to
the
beginning
of
the
second
stanza.
When
his
task
was
done
and
he
shuffled
down
from
the
dais,
he
received
a
great
ovation.
Zuleika,
in
the
way
peculiar
to
persons
who
are
in
the
habit
of
appearing
before
the
public,
held
her
hands
well
above
the
level
of
her
brow,
and
clapped
them
with
a
vigour
demonstrative
not
less
of
her
presence
than
of
her
delight.
“And
now,”
she
asked,
turning
to
the
Duke,
“do
you
see?
do
you
see?”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
