In this strange love nest, Alicia passed the entire autumn. When crossing from one room to another, one’s footsteps echoed throughout the house, as if a long abandonment had made the house more sensitive in its resonance. Inside, the glacial brilliance of the stucco, without the slightest scratch on the high walls, reinforced the sensation of bleak cold. The whiteness of the silent patio, its friezes, columns, and marble statues, produced the autumnal impression of an enchanted palace. The house in which they lived contributed to her shivers. No doubt she would have preferred less severity in this rigid paradise of love, more expansive and reckless tenderness but her husband’s impassive countenance remained self-contained.
He, for his part, loved her profoundly, without realizing it.įor three months-they had married in April-they lived in a special bliss. She loved him very much yet at times, when returning at night together with him on the street, she would glance furtively and with a light shiver at Jordan’s tall stature, silent for over an hour. Blonde, angelic, and timid, her husband’s stern character had chilled her childish girlhood dreams.
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