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Once
settled
in
the
cool
gloom
of
the
coupe
,
odorous
of
leather
and
upholstery
,
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
exclaimed
:
“
And
I
’
ve
never
told
you
who
you
were
to
dine
with
;
oh
,
a
personage
,
really
.
Fancy
,
you
will
be
in
the
camp
of
your
dearest
foes
.
You
are
to
dine
with
the
Gerard
people
,
one
of
the
Vice
-
Presidents
of
your
bete
noir
,
the
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
Railroad
.
”
Presley
started
,
his
fists
clenching
so
abruptly
as
to
all
but
split
his
white
gloves
.
He
was
not
conscious
of
what
he
said
in
reply
,
and
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
was
so
taken
up
with
her
own
endless
stream
of
talk
that
she
did
not
observe
his
confusion
.
“
Their
daughter
Honora
is
going
to
Europe
next
week
;
her
mother
is
to
take
her
,
and
Mrs
.
Gerard
is
to
have
just
a
few
people
to
dinner
—
very
informal
,
you
know
—
ourselves
,
you
and
,
oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
two
or
three
others
.
Have
you
ever
seen
Honora
?
The
prettiest
little
thing
,
and
will
she
be
rich
?
Millions
,
I
would
not
dare
say
how
many
.
Tiens
.
Nous
voici
.
”
The
coupe
drew
up
to
the
curb
,
and
Presley
followed
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
up
the
steps
to
the
massive
doors
of
the
great
house
.
In
a
confused
daze
,
he
allowed
one
of
the
footmen
to
relieve
him
of
his
hat
and
coat
;
in
a
daze
he
rejoined
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
in
a
room
with
a
glass
roof
,
hung
with
pictures
,
the
art
gallery
,
no
doubt
,
and
in
a
daze
heard
their
names
announced
at
the
entrance
of
another
room
,
the
doors
of
which
were
hung
with
thick
,
blue
curtains
.
He
entered
,
collecting
his
wits
for
the
introductions
and
presentations
that
he
foresaw
impended
.
The
room
was
very
large
,
and
of
excessive
loftiness
.
Flat
,
rectagonal
pillars
of
a
rose
-
tinted
,
variegated
marble
,
rose
from
the
floor
almost
flush
with
the
walls
,
finishing
off
at
the
top
with
gilded
capitals
of
a
Corinthian
design
,
which
supported
the
ceiling
.
The
ceiling
itself
,
instead
of
joining
the
walls
at
right
angles
,
curved
to
meet
them
,
a
device
that
produced
a
sort
of
dome
-
like
effect
.
This
ceiling
was
a
maze
of
golden
involutions
in
very
high
relief
,
that
adjusted
themselves
to
form
a
massive
framing
for
a
great
picture
,
nymphs
and
goddesses
,
white
doves
,
golden
chariots
and
the
like
,
all
wreathed
about
with
clouds
and
garlands
of
roses
.
Between
the
pillars
around
the
sides
of
the
room
were
hangings
of
silk
,
the
design
—
of
a
Louis
Quinze
type
—
of
beautiful
simplicity
and
faultless
taste
.
The
fireplace
was
a
marvel
.
It
reached
from
floor
to
ceiling
;
the
lower
parts
,
black
marble
,
carved
into
crouching
Atlases
,
with
great
muscles
that
upbore
the
superstructure
.
The
design
of
this
latter
,
of
a
kind
of
purple
marble
,
shot
through
with
white
veinings
,
was
in
the
same
style
as
the
design
of
the
silk
hangings
.
In
its
midst
was
a
bronze
escutcheon
,
bearing
an
undecipherable
monogram
and
a
Latin
motto
.
Andirons
of
brass
,
nearly
six
feet
high
,
flanked
the
hearthstone
.
The
windows
of
the
room
were
heavily
draped
in
sombre
brocade
and
ecru
lace
,
in
which
the
initials
of
the
family
were
very
beautifully
worked
.
But
directly
opposite
the
fireplace
,
an
extra
window
,
lighted
from
the
adjoining
conservatory
,
threw
a
wonderful
,
rich
light
into
the
apartment
.
It
was
a
Gothic
window
of
stained
glass
,
very
large
,
the
centre
figures
being
armed
warriors
,
Parsifal
and
Lohengrin
;
the
one
with
a
banner
,
the
other
with
a
swan
.
The
effect
was
exquisite
,
the
window
a
veritable
masterpiece
,
glowing
,
flaming
,
and
burning
with
a
hundred
tints
and
colours
—
opalescent
,
purple
,
wine
-
red
,
clouded
pinks
,
royal
blues
,
saffrons
,
violets
so
dark
as
to
be
almost
black
.
