Things that flutter still frighten her. Black things that ripple in the wind send her into tears--she hasn't recovered as well as they hoped she had. Jonathan offers to take her to France for a while, give her a holiday, and she agrees. He takes her to the Opera--she's been so happy here that they forget how dark and full of curtains a theatre or Opera-house is. In the middle of the second act, having restrained it since the lights went down, she begins to cry, unable to help herself. Other patrons turn around to hiss at her, and Jonathan begins to lead her out--as they go past one of the boxes a voice whispers, "Don't you like the Opera, M.?" "My wife is ill," Jonathan says coldly. "Ah... a pity." The next day, two tickets for that evening's performance arrive, with a note that reads, to make up to you last night, when you were so unfortunately forced to leave early. Jonathan tears them up. Mina keeps the note.
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:44 am (UTC)...AHHHHHHHHH. And yes, I do know Dracula.
Things that flutter still frighten her. Black things that ripple in the wind send her into tears--she hasn't recovered as well as they hoped she had. Jonathan offers to take her to France for a while, give her a holiday, and she agrees. He takes her to the Opera--she's been so happy here that they forget how dark and full of curtains a theatre or Opera-house is. In the middle of the second act, having restrained it since the lights went down, she begins to cry, unable to help herself. Other patrons turn around to hiss at her, and Jonathan begins to lead her out--as they go past one of the boxes a voice whispers, "Don't you like the Opera, M.?"
"My wife is ill," Jonathan says coldly.
"Ah... a pity."
The next day, two tickets for that evening's performance arrive, with a note that reads, to make up to you last night, when you were so unfortunately forced to leave early. Jonathan tears them up. Mina keeps the note.