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"
It
is
not
necessary
to
go
down
into
dust
and
ashes
for
that
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
assure
you
it
is
!
--
"
he
answered
gaily
--
"
Positively
imperative
.
The
laurel
flourishes
best
so
--
it
will
not
grow
in
a
hot-house
.
"
At
that
moment
Diana
Chesney
approached
.
"
Lady
Elton
would
like
to
hear
you
sing
,
prince
--
"
she
said
--
"
Will
you
give
us
that
pleasure
?
Do
!
Something
quite
simple
,
you
know
--
it
will
set
our
nerves
straight
after
your
terribly
beautiful
music
!
You
'd
hardly
believe
it
perhaps
--
but
I
really
feel
quite
unstrung
!
"
He
folded
his
hands
with
a
droll
air
of
penitence
.
"
Forgive
me
!
"
he
said
,
"
I
'm
always
,
as
the
church
service
says
,
doing
those
things
I
ought
not
to
do
.
"
Miss
Chesney
laughed
,
a
trifle
nervously
.
"
Oh
,
I
forgive
you
!
"
she
replied
--
"
On
condition
that
you
sing
.
"
"
I
obey
!
"
and
with
that
he
turned
again
to
the
piano
,
and
playing
a
strange
wild
minor
accompaniment
sang
the
following
stanzas
:
Sleep
,
my
Belovëd
,
sleep
!
