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understands. With a quite extraordinary flora and fauna."
    Harriet looked at him gratefully. And possessed by what madness she did not know, she continued, "He offered me a job… as a dancer—for the length of the tour."
    Her remark affected those present profoundly, but in different ways. Her father laid down his fork as a flush spread over his sharp-featured face, Louisa opened her mouth and sat gaping at her niece, while Edward's shirt-front—responding to his sudden exhalation of breath—gave off a sharp and sudden "pop."
    "He offered you a job?" said the Professor slowly. "You? My daughter!" He stared incredulously at Harriet. "I have never in all my life heard of such an impertinence!"
    "No!" Harriet, knowing how useless it was, could not resist at least trying to make him see. "It's an honor. A real one. To be chosen—to be considered of professional standard. And it's a good thing to do—to take art to people who are hungry for it. Properly, objectively good like in Marcus Aurelius."
    "How dare you, Harriet? How dare you argue with me!" His daughter's invocation of the great Roman Stoic, clearly his own property, had dangerously fanned the flames of the Professor's wrath. He glared at Louisa; she should have been firmer with the girl, taken her away from that unsuitable Academy years ago. Though actually Louisa had said often enough that she saw no point in wasting money on dancing lessons, and it was he who had said that Harriet could continue. Was it because he could still remember Sophie waltzing so gracefully beneath the lamplit trees in that Swiss hotel? If so, he had been suitably punished for his sentimentality.
    "Please, Father. Please, let me go!" Harriet, whom one could usually silence with a look, seemed suddenly to have taken leave of her senses. "You didn't let me stay on at school, you didn't allow me to go to France with the Fergusons because they were agnostics… well, I understood that—yes, really, I understood. But this… they take a ballet mistress, it's absolutely respectable and I would be back in the autumn." She had pushed away her plate and was gripping the edge of the table, the intensity of her longing turning the usually clear, grave face into an image from a pietŕ: a wild-eyed and beseeching Magdalene. "Please, Father," said Harriet, "I implore you to let me go."
    A scene! A scene at the dinner table. Overwhelmed by this ultimate in disasters, Louisa bowed her head over her plate.
    "You will drop this subject immediately, Harriet," barked the Professor. "You are embarrassing our guests."
    "No. I won't drop it." Harriet had become very pale, but her voice was steady. "You have always thought dancing was frivolous and silly, but it isn't—it's the most marvelous thing in the world. You can say things when you dance that you can't say any other way. People have danced for the glory of God since the beginning of time. David danced before the Ark of the Covenant… And this journey… this adventure…" She turned imploringly to Edward. "You must know what a wonder it would be?"
    "Oh, no, Harriet! No, the Amazon is a most unsuitable place for a woman. For anyone!" From the plethora of dangerous diseases and potentially lethal animals, poor Edward—meaning only to scotch this dreadful topic once and for all—now had the misfortune to select the candiru. "There is a fish there," he said earnestly, "which swims into people's orifices when they are bathing and by means of backward pointing spines becomes impossible to dislodge…"
    A moan from Louisa brought him to a halt. Orifices had been mentioned at dinner, and before ladies. Orifices and a scene in one evening! Casting about in her mind, she could not see that she had done anything to deserve such a disgrace. And as poor Edward flushed a deep crimson and Mrs. Marchmont suppressed a nervous giggle, the Professor rose and raced his daughter.
    "You will leave the table immediately, Harriet, and go to your room." And when she did not rise instantly: