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His
glance
flashed
over
me
like
lightning
.
"
Oh
!
--
sets
the
wind
in
that
quarter
!
Why
then
,
my
dear
Geoffrey
,
I
congratulate
you
more
heartily
than
ever
.
To
conquer
the
affections
of
one
of
the
proudest
girls
in
England
,
and
win
her
love
so
completely
as
to
be
sure
she
would
marry
you
even
if
you
had
not
a
sou
to
bless
yourself
with
--
this
is
a
victory
indeed
!
--
and
one
of
which
you
may
well
be
proud
.
Again
and
yet
again
I
congratulate
you
!
"
Tossing
the
horrible
thing
he
called
his
'
sprite
'
off
to
fly
on
one
of
its
slow
humming
circuits
round
the
room
,
he
shook
my
hand
fervently
,
still
smiling
--
and
I
--
feeling
instinctively
that
he
was
as
fully
aware
of
the
truth
as
I
was
,
namely
,
that
had
I
been
a
poor
author
with
nothing
but
what
I
could
earn
by
my
brains
,
the
Lady
Sibyl
Elton
would
never
have
looked
at
me
,
much
less
agreed
to
marry
me
--
kept
silence
lest
I
should
openly
betray
the
reality
of
my
position
.
"
You
see
"
--
he
went
on
,
with
a
cheerful
relentlessness
--
"
I
was
not
aware
that
any
old-world
romance
graced
the
disposition
of
one
so
apparently
impassive
as
your
beautiful
fiancée
.
To
love
for
love
's
sake
only
,
is
becoming
really
an
obsolete
virtue
.
I
thought
Lady
Sibyl
was
an
essentially
modern
woman
,
conscious
of
her
position
,
and
the
necessity
there
was
for
holding
that
position
proudly
before
the
world
at
all
costs
--
and
that
the
pretty
pastoral
sentiments
of
poetical
Phyllises
and
Amandas
had
no
place
in
her
nature
.
I
was
wrong
,
it
seems
;
and
for
once
I
have
been
mistaken
in
the
fair
sex
!
"
Here
he
stretched
out
his
hand
to
the
'
sprite
,
'
that
now
came
winging
its
way
back
,
and
settled
at
once
on
its
usual
resting-place
;
"
My
friend
,
I
assure
you
,
if
you
have
won
a
true
woman
's
true
love
,
you
have
a
far
greater
fortune
than
your
millions
--
a
treasure
that
none
can
afford
to
despise
.
"
His
voice
softened
--
his
eyes
grew
dreamy
and
less
scornful
--
and
I
looked
at
him
in
some
astonishment
.
"
Why
Lucio
,
I
thought
you
hated
women
?
"
"
So
I
do
!
"
he
replied
quickly
--
"
But
do
not
forget
why
I
hate
them
!
It
is
because
they
have
all
the
world
's
possibilities
of
good
in
their
hands
,
and
the
majority
of
them
deliberately
turn
these
possibilities
to
evil
.
Men
are
influenced
entirely
by
women
,
though
few
of
them
will
own
it
--
through
women
they
are
lifted
to
heaven
or
driven
to
hell
.
The
latter
is
the
favourite
course
,
and
the
one
almost
universally
adopted
.
"
His
brow
darkened
,
and
the
lines
round
his
proud
mouth
grew
hard
and
stern
.
I
watched
him
for
a
moment
--
then
with
sudden
irrelevance
I
said
--
"
Put
that
abominable
'
sprite
'
of
yours
away
,
will
you
?
I
hate
to
see
you
with
it
!
"
