Louis Couperus - Eline Vere

The dining room, doing service as a dressing room, was a hive of activity. Before a cheval-glass stood Frdrique van Erlevoort, her hair loose and flowing, looking very pale under a light dusting of rice-powder, her eyebrows darkened with a single brushstroke of black.

Do hurry up, Paul! We shall never be ready in time! she fretted, glancing at the clock.

Kneeling before her was Paul van Raat, his fingers flying as he draped a long, gauzy veil of gold and crimson about her waist, making the fabric billow over her pink underskirt; her bare shoulders and arms were snowy white with powder and all ashimmer with doubled and twisted necklaces and chains.

Oh, theres such a draught! Do keep that door shut, Dien, grumbled Paul as the old housemaid departed with an armful of dresses. The open door offered a glimpse of the guests proceeding along the potted palms and aralias on their way from the hall to the large reception suite, the men in evening dress and the ladies in light-coloured apparel, all peering into the dining room as they passed by.

There was much merriment behind the scenes, with only Frdrique retaining some form of composure, as befitted the majesty of her role as a queen of antiquity.

Please be quick, Paul, she pleaded. Its gone half-past eight already!

Yes, yes, Freddie, dont worry, youre almost done! he responded, deftly pinning some jewels among the gauzy folds of her drapery.

Ready? asked Marie and Lili Verstraeten as they emerged from the room where the stage had been set a mysterious elevation that was barely distinguishable in the dim light.

Ready! answered Paul. And now lets all calm down! he pursued, raising his voice commandingly.

He had good reason to admonish them, for the youngsters acting as wardrobe assistants three boys and five girls were cavorting about the cluttered room, laughing, shrieking and causing the uppermost disorder, while Lili struggled in vain to wrest a golden cardboard lyre from the hands of the twelve-year-old son of the house, and the two rowdy cousins set about climbing a large white cross, which was already teetering under their onslaught.

Come down from that cross, Jan and Karel! Give me that lyre at once, other Jan! roared Paul. Do take them in hand, Marie. And now Bet and Dien, come over here, will you? Bet, you hold the lamp, and you, Dien, stand beside the sliding door. Everybody else out of the way! There wont be enough room, so some people will have to go out into the garden and watch through the window. Theyll have a splendid view from there. Come along Freddie, careful now, heres your train.

Youve forgotten my crown.

Ill put it on your head when youve taken up your pose. Come on now.

The three banished maids scurried away, the boys crouched down in a corner where they would be invisible to the audience, and Paul helped Freddie to ascend the stage.

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Marie, who like Lili was not yet in costume, spoke through the closed window to the fireman outside, wrapped in his greatcoat, waiting to set off the Bengal lights in the snowy garden. A large reflector stood beside him like a pallid, lustreless sun.

First white, then green, then red! instructed Marie, and the fireman nodded.

The room was dark but for the lamp held aloft by Bet, while Dien stood by the door to the now deserted dressing room.

Careful, Freddie, careful! cautioned Paul.

Frdrique arranged herself carefully among the cushions on the couch whereupon Paul adjusted her draperies, necklaces, hair and diadem, tucking in a flower here and there.

Is this all right? she asked with a tremor in her voice, taking up her well-rehearsed pose.

You look ravishing. Come along Marie and Lili, your turn now!

Lili threw herself on the floor and Marie reclined against the couch with her head at Frdriques feet. Paul quickly draped both girls in brightly coloured shawls and veils, and wound strings of beads around their arms and in their hair.

Now Marie and Lili, you must look distraught! A bit more writhing with the arms, Lili! More anguish, much more anguish! Freddie, we want more despair from you keep your eyes on the ceiling and turn down your mouth a bit more.

Like this?

Marie dissolved into giggles.

Yes, thats better! Do keep still, Marie, are you ready?

Ready, said Marie.

Paul continued to add finishing touches, readjusting a fold here, a flower there, doubtful whether all was perfect.

Come, lets get started, said Lili, who lay in a most awkward position.

Bet, take the lamp away, and then you and Dien come over here and stand on either side of the sliding doors!

Finally they all found themselves in total darkness, their hearts pounding. Paul rapped on the window, then ran to join the boys in the corner.

After a slow, sputtering start, the Bengal light flared up against the reflector; the sliding doors parted grandly, and a dazzling white blaze lit up the tableau.

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A hush descended on the reception suite and conservatory as the smiling guests pressed forwards, blinded by the burst of colour and light. Gentlemen stepped aside to make room for a pair of laughing girls, and young people at the back stood up on chairs for a better view.

La mort de Cloptre, Betsy van Raat read out to Madame van Erlevoort, who had passed her the programme.

Cries of Wonderful! Magnifique! sounded on all sides.

In the white glow of the Bengal light, ancient Egypt came to life. Beyond the sumptuous draperies there were glimpses of an oasis, blue sky, some pyramids and a grove of palm trees, while on a couch borne by sphinxes reclined a waning Cleopatra with cascading tresses, an adder coiled round her arm and two slave girls prostrate with grief at her feet. Thus, before the gaze of a modern soire, the poetry of antiquity was evoked by a lavish vision of oriental splendour lasting only a few seconds.

Thats Freddie! As pretty as a picture, said Betsy, pointing out the dying queen to Madame van Erlevoort, who was so nonplussed by all this opulence that it took her a moment to recognise the lovely motionless maiden as her own daughter.

And there is Marie, and the other one, oh, thats Lili! Youd never know, would you? What splendid costumes; they went to so much trouble! You see that drapery of Lilis, the violet with silver? I lent them that.

How do they do it? murmured the old lady.

The light flickered and guttered down; the doors slid shut.

Lovely, Aunt, just lovely! Betsy exclaimed to the hostess, Madame Verstraeten, as she passed by.

Twice more the dream was reprised, first in a flood of sea-green, then in fiery red. Freddie, with her adder, lay perfectly immobile; only Lili could not help twitching in her contorted pose. Paul watched from the side, beaming all was going well.

How can Freddie keep so still? And its all so lavish and yet not overdone! Just like that painting by Makart! said Betsy, opening her feather fan.

Your honourable daughter must be exceedingly world-weary, dear lady! drawled young De Woude van Bergh, bending towards Madame van Erlevoort, Freddies mama.

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After the third enactment of the Egyptian dream Madame Verstraeten went to the dressing room, where she found Frdrique and Lili divesting themselves of their draperies, chattering away as they carefully picked all the pins out of the folds. Paul and Marie, perched on tall stepladders and lighted by two of the maids, were busy dismantling Cleopatras boudoir. Dien bustled about collecting discarded draperies and necklaces. The three boys were turning somersaults on a mattress.

Did you like it, Mama? demanded Lili.

Did you like it, Madame Verstraeten? Frdrique chimed in.

It was splendid! They would all have loved to see it again.