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"
Of
course
I
wish
it
.
Tell
him
at
once
.
I
should
like
him
to
know
.
"
I
went
down
the
stairs
--
she
leaned
over
the
balustrade
looking
after
me
.
"
Good-night
Geoffrey
!
"
she
called
softly
.
"
Good-night
Sibyl
!
"
"
Be
sure
you
tell
Prince
Rimânez
!
"
Her
white
figure
disappeared
;
and
I
walked
out
of
the
house
in
a
chaotic
state
of
mind
,
divided
between
pride
,
ecstasy
and
pain
--
the
engaged
husband
of
an
earl
's
daughter
--
the
lover
of
a
woman
who
had
declared
herself
incapable
of
love
and
destitute
of
faith
.
Looking
back
through
the
space
of
only
three
years
to
this
particular
period
of
my
life
,
I
can
remember
distinctly
the
singular
expression
of
Lucio
's
face
when
I
told
him
that
Sibyl
Elton
had
accepted
me
.
His
sudden
smile
gave
a
light
to
his
eyes
that
I
had
never
seen
in
them
before
--
a
brilliant
yet
sinister
glow
,
strangely
suggestive
of
some
inwardly
suppressed
wrath
and
scorn
.
While
I
spoke
he
was
,
to
my
vexation
,
toying
with
that
uncanny
favourite
of
his
,
the
'
mummy-insect
,
'
--
and
it
annoyed
me
beyond
measure
to
see
the
repulsive
pertinacity
with
which
the
glittering
bat-like
creature
clung
to
his
hand
.
"
Women
are
all
alike
,
"
--
he
said
with
a
hard
laugh
,
when
he
had
heard
my
news
--
"
Few
of
them
have
moral
force
enough
to
resist
that
temptation
of
a
rich
marriage
.
"
I
was
irritated
at
this
.
"
It
is
scarcely
fair
of
you
to
judge
everything
by
the
money-standard
,
"
--
I
said
--
then
,
after
a
little
pause
I
added
what
in
my
own
heart
I
knew
to
be
a
lie
--
"
She
--
Sibyl
--
loves
me
for
myself
alone
.
"
