Be you will be novel and irritating." The proprietor of the shop,
elegant and important, came in and went out, inquired, advised, and
again left them to their own thoughts and decisions. They, on their
part, amused themselves better and better, surrounded by a light cloud
of perfumes which rose from their clothing, and by the rustle of silks
which fell to their feet, like cascades of many colors. The
flame-colored material was selected, still they went on selecting. The
baron, with a flush appearing on his cheeks, exclaimed: "We are passing
the time most delightfully, are we not? And who could have expected it?
At a tailor's! But you and I know how to experience sensations which no
one else can experience. For that it is necessary to have a sixth sense.
You and I have the sixth sense." Irene began to lose her usual formality
and air of distinction; she spoke quickly and much; she laughed aloud,
and, a number of times, the movement of her bosom and arms became
irregular, too lively at moments, but they were full of a half dreamy
gracefulness. The baron grew silent and looked at her for a while, then,
with rapturous eyes, he began: "How you are changed at this moment. How
charmingly you are changed! Such surprises interest one--they irritate.
You have the rare gift of causing surprises." With gleaming eyes he
begged her insistently to tell him whether the change which