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"
Now
I
want
you
to
do
me
a
favour
,
Geoffrey
,
"
--
said
Lucio
,
during
our
luncheon
--
"
You
will
scarcely
need
to
reside
here
till
after
your
marriage
;
you
have
too
many
engagements
in
town
.
You
spoke
of
entertaining
a
big
house-party
down
here
--
I
would
n't
do
that
if
I
were
you
--
it
is
n't
worth
while
.
You
would
have
to
get
in
a
staff
of
servants
,
and
leave
them
all
afterwards
to
their
own
devices
while
you
are
on
your
honeymoon
.
This
is
what
I
propose
--
give
a
grand
fête
here
in
honour
of
your
betrothal
to
Lady
Sibyl
,
in
May
--
and
let
me
be
the
master
of
the
revels
!
"
I
was
in
the
mood
to
agree
to
anything
--
moreover
the
idea
seemed
an
excellent
one
.
I
said
so
and
Rimânez
went
on
quickly
--
"
You
understand
of
course
,
that
if
I
undertake
to
do
a
thing
I
always
do
it
thoroughly
,
and
brook
no
interference
with
my
plans
.
Now
as
your
marriage
will
be
the
signal
for
our
parting
--
at
any
rate
for
a
time
--
I
should
like
to
show
my
appreciation
of
your
friendship
,
by
organizing
a
brilliant
affair
of
the
kind
I
suggest
--
and
if
you
will
leave
it
all
to
me
,
I
guarantee
you
shall
hold
such
a
fête
as
has
never
been
seen
or
known
in
England
.
And
it
will
be
a
personal
satisfaction
to
me
if
you
consent
to
my
proposal
.
"
"
My
dear
fellow
--
"
I
answered
--
"
Of
course
I
consent
--
willingly
!
I
give
you
carte
blanche
--
do
as
you
like
;
do
all
you
like
!
It
is
most
friendly
and
kind
of
you
!
But
when
are
we
to
make
this
sensation
?
"
"
You
are
to
be
married
in
June
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
--
in
the
second
week
of
the
month
.
"
"
Very
well
.
The
fête
shall
be
held
on
the
twenty-second
of
May
--
that
will
give
society
time
to
recover
from
the
effect
of
one
burst
of
splendour
in
order
to
be
ready
for
another
--
namely
the
wedding
.
Now
we
need
not
talk
of
this
any
more
--
it
is
settled
--
the
rest
devolves
on
me
.
We
've
got
three
or
four
hours
to
spare
before
we
take
the
train
back
to
town
--
suppose
we
take
a
saunter
through
the
grounds
?
"
I
assented
to
this
,
and
accompanied
him
readily
,
feeling
in
high
spirits
and
good
humour
.
Willowsmere
and
its
peaceful
loveliness
seemed
to
cleanse
my
mind
of
all
corroding
influences
;
--
the
blessed
silence
of
the
woods
and
hills
,
after
the
rush
and
roar
of
town
life
,
soothed
and
cheered
me
,
and
I
walked
beside
my
companion
with
a
light
heart
and
smiling
face
--
happy
,
and
filled
with
a
dim
religious
faith
in
the
blue
sky
,
if
not
in
the
God
beyond
it
.
We
sauntered
through
the
fair
gardens
which
were
now
mine
,
and
then
out
through
the
park
into
a
lovely
little
lane
--
a
true
Warwickshire
lane
,
where
the
celandines
were
strewing
the
grass
with
their
bright
gold
coinage
,
and
the
star-wort
thrust
up
fairy
bouquets
of
white
bloom
between
buttercups
and
lover
,
and
where
the
hawthorn-buds
were
beginning
to
show
themselves
like
minute
snow-pellets
among
the
glossy
young
green
.
A
thrush
warbled
melodiously
--
a
lark
rose
from
almost
our
very
feet
and
flung
itself
joyously
into
the
sky
with
a
wild
outburst
of
song
--
a
robin
hopped
through
a
little
hole
in
the
hedge
to
look
at
us
in
blithe
inquisitiveness
as
we
passed
.
All
at
once
Lucio
stopped
and
laid
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
--
his
eyes
had
the
beautiful
melancholy
of
a
far-off
longing
which
I
could
neither
understand
nor
define
.
