The whole picture was barbaric. It might have been some painter's dream of the Favourite in a harem. It was not what one would expect to find in a sedate Swiss hotel.
She did not stir as he stepped in, dropping the heavy curtains after him. She merely raised her eyes, and looked Paul through and through. Her whole expression was changed; it was wicked and dangerous and provocante. It seemed quite true, as she had said--she was evidently in the devil's mood.
Paul bounded forward, but she raised one hand to stop him.
"No! you must not come near me, Paul. I am not safe to-day. Not yet. See, you must sit there and we will talk."
And she pointed to a great chair of Venetian workmanship and wonderful old velvet which was new to his view.
"I bought that chair in the town this morning at the curiosity shop on the top of Weggisstrasse, which long ago was the home of the Venetian envoy here--and you bought me the tiger, Paul. Ah! that was good. My beautiful tiger!" And she gave a movement like a snake, of joy to feel its fur under her, while she stretched out her hands and caressed the creature where the hair turned white and black at the side, and was deep and soft.
"Beautiful one! beautiful one!" she purred. "And I know all your feelings and your passions, and now I have got your skin--for the joy of my skin!" And she quivered again with the movements of a snake.
It is not difficult to imagine that Paul felt far from calm during this scene--indeed he was obliged to hold on to his great chair to prevent himself from seizing her in his arms.
"I'm--I'm so glad you like him," he said in a choked voice. "I thought probably you would. And your own was not worthy of you. I found this by chance. And oh! good God! if you knew how you are making me feel--lying there wasting your caresses upon it!"
She tossed the scarlet rose over to him; it hit his mouth.
"I am not wasting them," she said, the innocence of a kitten in her strange eyes--their colour impossible to define to-day. "Indeed not, Paul! He was my lover in another life--perhaps--who knows?"
"But I," said Paul, who was now quite mad, "want to be your lover in this!"
Then he gasped at his own boldness.
With a lightning movement she lay on her face, raised her elbows on the tiger's head, and supported her chin in her hands. Perfectly straight out her body was, the twisted purple drapery outlining her perfect shape, and flowing in graceful lines beyond--like a serpent's tail. The velvet pillows fell scattered at one side.