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"
But
you
must
be
tired
.
Your
bedroom
is
all
ready
,
and
tomorrow
you
shall
sleep
as
late
as
you
will
.
I
have
to
be
away
till
the
afternoon
,
so
sleep
well
and
dream
well
!
"
With
a
courteous
bow
,
he
opened
for
me
himself
the
door
to
the
octagonal
room
,
and
I
entered
my
bedroom
.
I
am
all
in
a
sea
of
wonders
.
I
doubt
.
I
fear
.
I
think
strange
things
,
which
I
dare
not
confess
to
my
own
soul
.
God
keep
me
,
if
only
for
the
sake
of
those
dear
to
me
!
7
May
.
--
It
is
again
early
morning
,
but
I
have
rested
and
enjoyed
the
last
twenty-four
hours
.
I
slept
till
late
in
the
day
,
and
awoke
of
my
own
accord
.
When
I
had
dressed
myself
I
went
into
the
room
where
we
had
supped
,
and
found
a
cold
breakfast
laid
out
,
with
coffee
kept
hot
by
the
pot
being
placed
on
the
hearth
.
There
was
a
card
on
the
table
,
on
which
was
written
--
"
I
have
to
be
absent
for
a
while
.
Do
not
wait
for
me
.
D.
"
I
set
to
and
enjoyed
a
hearty
meal
.
When
I
had
done
,
I
looked
for
a
bell
,
so
that
I
might
let
the
servants
know
I
had
finished
,
but
I
could
not
find
one
.
There
are
certainly
odd
deficiencies
in
the
house
,
considering
the
extraordinary
evidences
of
wealth
which
are
round
me
.
The
table
service
is
of
gold
,
and
so
beautifully
wrought
that
it
must
be
of
immense
value
.
The
curtains
and
upholstery
of
the
chairs
and
sofas
and
the
hangings
of
my
bed
are
of
the
costliest
and
most
beautiful
fabrics
,
and
must
have
been
of
fabulous
value
when
they
were
made
,
for
they
are
centuries
old
,
though
in
excellent
order
.
I
saw
something
like
them
in
Hampton
Court
,
but
they
were
worn
and
frayed
and
moth-eaten
.
But
still
in
none
of
the
rooms
is
there
a
mirror
.
There
is
not
even
a
toilet
glass
on
my
table
,
and
I
had
to
get
the
little
shaving
glass
from
my
bag
before
I
could
either
shave
or
brush
my
hair
.
I
have
not
yet
seen
a
servant
anywhere
,
or
heard
a
sound
near
the
castle
except
the
howling
of
wolves
.
Some
time
after
I
had
finished
my
meal
,
I
do
not
know
whether
to
call
it
breakfast
or
dinner
,
for
it
was
between
five
and
six
o'clock
when
I
had
it
,
I
looked
about
for
something
to
read
,
for
I
did
not
like
to
go
about
the
castle
until
I
had
asked
the
Count
's
permission
.
There
was
absolutely
nothing
in
the
room
,
book
,
newspaper
,
or
even
writing
materials
,
so
I
opened
another
door
in
the
room
and
found
a
sort
of
library
.
The
door
opposite
mine
I
tried
,
but
found
locked
.
In
the
library
I
found
,
to
my
great
delight
,
a
vast
number
of
English
books
,
whole
shelves
full
of
them
,
and
bound
volumes
of
magazines
and
newspapers
.
A
table
in
the
centre
was
littered
with
English
magazines
and
newspapers
,
though
none
of
them
were
of
very
recent
date
.
The
books
were
of
the
most
varied
kind
,
history
,
geography
,
politics
,
political
economy
,
botany
,
geology
,
law
,
all
relating
to
England
and
English
life
and
customs
and
manners
.
There
were
even
such
books
of
reference
as
the
London
Directory
,
the
"
Red
"
and
"
Blue
"
books
,
Whitaker
's
Almanac
,
the
Army
and
Navy
Lists
,
and
it
somehow
gladdened
my
heart
to
see
it
,
the
Law
List
.
Whilst
I
was
looking
at
the
books
,
the
door
opened
,
and
the
Count
entered
.
He
saluted
me
in
a
hearty
way
,
and
hoped
that
I
had
had
a
good
night
's
rest
.
Then
he
went
on
.
"
I
am
glad
you
found
your
way
in
here
,
for
I
am
sure
there
is
much
that
will
interest
you
.
These
companions
,
"
and
he
laid
his
hand
on
some
of
the
books
,
"
have
been
good
friends
to
me
,
and
for
some
years
past
,
ever
since
I
had
the
idea
of
going
to
London
,
have
given
me
many
,
many
hours
of
pleasure
.
Through
them
I
have
come
to
know
your
great
England
,
and
to
know
her
is
to
love
her
.
I
long
to
go
through
the
crowded
streets
of
your
mighty
London
,
to
be
in
the
midst
of
the
whirl
and
rush
of
humanity
,
to
share
its
life
,
its
change
,
its
death
,
and
all
that
makes
it
what
it
is
.
But
alas
!
As
yet
I
only
know
your
tongue
through
books
.
To
you
,
my
friend
,
I
look
that
I
know
it
to
speak
.
"
"
But
,
Count
,
"
I
said
,
"
You
know
and
speak
English
thoroughly
!
"
He
bowed
gravely
.
"
I
thank
you
,
my
friend
,
for
your
all
too-flattering
estimate
,
but
yet
I
fear
that
I
am
but
a
little
way
on
the
road
I
would
travel
.
True
,
I
know
the
grammar
and
the
words
,
but
yet
I
know
not
how
to
speak
them
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
I
said
,
"
You
speak
excellently
.
"
"
Not
so
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Well
,
I
know
that
,
did
I
move
and
speak
in
your
London
,
none
there
are
who
would
not
know
me
for
a
stranger
.
That
is
not
enough
for
me
.
Here
I
am
noble
.
I
am
a
Boyar
.
The
common
people
know
me
,
and
I
am
master
.
But
a
stranger
in
a
strange
land
,
he
is
no
one
.
Men
know
him
not
,
and
to
know
not
is
to
care
not
for
.
I
am
content
if
I
am
like
the
rest
,
so
that
no
man
stops
if
he
sees
me
,
or
pauses
in
his
speaking
if
he
hears
my
words
,
'
Ha
,
ha
!
A
stranger
!
'
