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There
is
at
least
one
good
excuse
for
people
who
make
no
preparation
to
enter
the
presence
of
God
--
in
going
to
church
,
which
is
called
the
'
house
of
God
,
'
they
do
not
find
God
at
all
;
they
only
discover
the
clergyman
.
It
is
somewhat
of
a
disappointment
.
"
I
had
no
time
to
reply
,
as
just
then
the
carriage
stopped
,
and
we
alighted
at
the
palace
.
Through
the
intervention
of
the
high
Court
official
who
presented
us
,
we
got
a
good
place
among
the
most
distinguished
arrivals
,
and
during
our
brief
wait
,
I
was
considerably
amused
by
the
study
of
their
faces
and
attitudes
.
Some
of
the
men
looked
nervous
--
others
conceited
;
one
or
two
Radical
notabilities
comported
themselves
with
an
air
as
if
they
and
they
alone
were
to
be
honoured
for
allowing
Royalty
to
hold
these
functions
at
all
;
a
few
gentlemen
had
evidently
donned
their
Levée
dress
in
haste
and
carelessness
,
for
the
pieces
of
tissue-paper
in
which
their
steel
or
gilt
coat-buttons
had
been
wrapped
by
the
tailor
to
prevent
tarnish
,
were
still
unremoved
.
Discovering
this
fortunately
before
it
was
too
late
,
they
occupied
themselves
by
taking
off
these
papers
and
casting
them
on
the
floor
--
an
untidy
process
at
best
,
and
one
that
made
them
look
singularly
ridiculous
and
undignified
.
Each
man
present
turned
to
stare
at
Lucio
;
his
striking
personality
attracted
universal
attention
.
When
we
at
last
entered
the
throne-room
,
and
took
our
places
in
line
,
I
was
careful
to
arrange
that
my
brilliant
companion
should
go
up
before
me
,
as
I
had
a
strong
desire
to
see
what
sort
of
an
effect
his
appearance
would
produce
on
the
Royal
party
.
I
had
an
excellent
view
of
the
Prince
of
Wales
from
where
I
myself
waited
;
he
made
an
imposing
and
kingly
figure
enough
,
in
full
uniform
with
his
various
Orders
glittering
on
his
broad
breast
;
and
the
singular
resemblance
discovered
by
many
people
in
him
to
Henry
VIII
.
struck
me
more
forcibly
than
I
should
have
thought
possible
.
His
face
however
expressed
a
far
greater
good-humour
than
the
pictured
lineaments
of
the
capricious
but
ever
popular
'
bluff
King
Hal
,
'
--
though
on
this
occasion
there
was
a
certain
shade
of
melancholy
,
even
sternness
on
his
brow
,
which
gave
a
firmer
character
to
his
naturally
mobile
features
--
a
shadow
,
as
I
fancied
of
weariness
,
tempered
with
regret
--
the
look
of
one
dissatisfied
,
yet
resigned
.
A
man
of
blunted
possibilities
he
seemed
to
me
--
of
defeated
aims
,
and
thwarted
will
.
Few
of
the
other
members
of
the
Royal
family
surrounding
him
on
the
daïs
,
possessed
the
remarkable
attraction
he
had
for
any
observant
student
of
physiognomy
--
most
of
them
were
,
or
assumed
to
be
,
stiff
military
figures
merely
who
bent
their
heads
as
each
guest
filed
past
with
an
automatic
machine-like
regularity
implying
neither
pleasure
,
interest
,
nor
good-will
.
But
the
Heir-Apparent
to
the
greatest
Empire
in
the
world
expressed
in
his
very
attitude
and
looks
,
an
unaffected
and
courteous
welcome
to
all
--
surrounded
as
he
was
,
and
as
such
in
his
position
must
ever
be
,
by
toadies
,
parasites
,
sycophants
,
hypocritical
self-seekers
,
who
would
never
run
the
least
risk
to
their
own
lives
to
serve
him
,
unless
they
could
get
something
personally
satisfactory
out
of
it
,
his
presence
impressed
itself
upon
me
as
full
of
the
suggestion
of
dormant
but
none
the
less
resolute
power
.
I
can
not
even
now
explain
the
singular
excitation
of
mind
that
seized
me
as
our
turn
to
be
presented
arrived
;
--
I
saw
my
companion
advance
,
and
heard
the
Lord
Chamberlain
announce
his
name
;
--
'
Prince
Lucio
Rimânez
'
;
and
then
;
--
why
then
--
it
seemed
as
if
all
the
movement
in
the
brilliant
room
suddenly
came
to
a
pause
!
Every
eye
was
fixed
on
the
stately
form
and
noble
countenance
of
my
friend
as
he
bowed
with
such
consummate
courtliness
and
grace
as
made
all
other
salutations
seem
awkward
by
comparison
.
For
one
moment
he
stood
absolutely
still
in
front
of
the
Royal
daïs
--
facing
the
Prince
as
though
he
sought
to
impress
him
with
the
fact
of
his
presence
there
--
and
across
the
broad
stream
of
sunshine
which
had
been
pouring
into
the
room
throughout
the
ceremony
,
there
fell
the
sudden
shadow
of
a
passing
cloud
.
A
fleeting
impression
of
gloom
and
silence
chilled
the
atmosphere
--
a
singular
magnetism
appeared
to
hold
all
eyes
fixed
on
Rimânez
;
and
not
a
man
either
going
or
coming
,
moved
.
This
intense
hush
was
brief
as
it
was
curious
and
impressive
;
--
the
Prince
of
Wales
started
slightly
,
and
gazed
at
the
superb
figure
before
him
with
an
expression
of
eager
curiosity
and
almost
as
if
he
were
ready
to
break
the
frigid
bonds
of
etiquette
and
speak
--
then
controlling
himself
with
an
evident
effort
he
gave
his
usual
dignified
acknowledgment
of
Lucio
's
profound
reverence
,
whereupon
my
comrade
passed
on
--
slightly
smiling
.
I
followed
next
--
but
naturally
made
no
impression
beyond
the
fact
of
exciting
a
smothered
whisper
from
some-one
among
the
lesser
Royalties
who
caught
the
name
'
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
'
and
at
once
murmured
the
magic
words
"
Five
millions
!
"
--
words
which
reached
my
ears
and
moved
me
to
the
usual
weary
contempt
which
was
with
me
growing
into
a
chronic
malady
.
We
were
soon
out
of
the
palace
,
and
while
waiting
for
our
carriage
in
the
covered
court-yard
entrance
,
I
touched
Rimânez
on
the
arm
.
"
You
made
a
veritable
sensation
Lucio
!
"
"
Did
I
?
"
He
laughed
.
"
You
flatter
me
Geoffrey
.
"
"
Not
at
all
.
Why
did
you
stop
so
long
in
front
of
the
daïs
?
"
"
To
please
my
humour
!
"
he
returned
indifferently
--
"
And
partly
,
to
give
his
Royal
Highness
the
chance
of
remembering
me
the
next
time
he
sees
me
.
"
"
But
he
seemed
to
recognise
you
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
Have
you
met
him
before
?
"
