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Now
what
has
the
'
feminine
twaddler
'
done
to
deserve
that
honour
I
wonder
!
Here
in
strange
contrast
,
is
the
wild-haired
Paderewski
--
and
beside
him
the
perennial
Patti
--
there
is
Her
Majesty
of
Italy
,
and
here
we
have
the
Prince
of
Wales
--
all
autographed
likenesses
.
Upon
my
word
,
Miss
Clare
seems
to
attract
a
great
many
notabilities
around
her
without
the
aid
of
hard
cash
.
I
wonder
how
she
does
it
,
Geoffrey
?
"
--
and
his
eyes
sparkled
half
maliciously
--
"
Can
it
be
a
case
of
genius
after
all
?
Look
at
those
lilies
!
"
and
he
pointed
to
a
mass
of
white
bloom
in
one
of
the
windows
--
"
Are
they
not
far
more
beautiful
creatures
than
men
and
women
?
Dumb
--
yet
eloquent
of
purity
!
--
no
wonder
the
painters
choose
them
as
the
only
flowers
suitable
for
the
adornment
of
angels
.
"
As
he
spoke
the
door
opened
,
and
the
woman
we
had
seen
on
the
lawn
entered
,
carrying
her
toy
terrier
on
one
arm
.
Was
she
Mavis
Clare
?
or
some-one
sent
to
say
that
the
novelist
could
not
receive
us
?
I
wondered
silently
,
looking
at
her
in
surprise
and
something
of
confusion
--
Lucio
advanced
with
an
odd
mingling
of
humility
and
appeal
in
his
manner
which
was
new
to
me
.
"
We
must
apologise
for
our
intrusion
,
Miss
Clare
,
"
--
he
said
--
"
But
happening
to
pass
your
house
,
we
could
not
resist
making
an
attempt
to
see
you
.
My
name
is
--
--
Rimânez
"
--
he
hesitated
oddly
for
a
second
,
then
went
on
--
"
and
this
is
my
friend
Mr
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
the
author
--
--
"
the
young
lady
raised
her
eyes
to
mine
with
a
little
smile
and
courteous
bend
of
her
head
--
"
he
has
,
as
I
daresay
you
know
,
become
the
owner
of
Willowsmere
Court
.
You
will
be
neighbours
,
and
I
hope
,
friends
.
In
any
case
if
we
have
committed
a
breach
of
etiquette
in
venturing
to
call
upon
you
without
previous
introduction
,
you
must
try
and
forgive
us
!
It
is
difficult
--
to
me
impossible
--
to
pass
the
dwelling
of
a
celebrity
without
offering
homage
to
the
presiding
genius
within
.
"
Mavis
Clare
--
for
it
was
Mavis
Clare
--
seemed
not
to
have
heard
the
intended
compliment
.
"
You
are
very
welcome
,
"
she
said
simply
,
advancing
with
a
pretty
grace
,
and
extending
her
hand
to
each
of
us
in
turn
,
"
I
am
quite
accustomed
to
visits
from
strangers
.
But
I
already
know
Mr
Tempest
very
well
by
reputation
.
Wo
n't
you
sit
down
?
"
She
motioned
us
to
chairs
in
the
lily-decked
window-corner
,
and
rang
the
bell
.
Her
maid
appeared
.
"
Tea
,
Janet
.
"
This
order
given
,
she
seated
herself
near
us
,
still
holding
her
little
dog
curled
up
against
her
like
a
small
ball
of
silk
.
I
tried
to
converse
,
but
could
find
nothing
suitable
to
say
--
the
sight
of
her
filled
me
with
too
great
a
sense
of
self-reproach
and
shame
.
She
was
such
a
quiet
graceful
creature
,
so
slight
and
dainty
,
so
perfectly
unaffected
and
simple
in
manner
,
that
as
I
thought
of
the
slaughtering
article
I
had
written
against
her
work
I
felt
like
a
low
brute
who
had
been
stoning
a
child
.
And
yet
--
after
all
it
was
her
genius
I
hated
--
the
force
and
passion
of
that
mystic
quality
which
wherever
it
appears
,
compels
the
world
's
attention
--
this
was
the
gift
she
had
that
I
lacked
and
coveted
.
Moved
by
the
most
conflicting
sensations
I
gazed
abstractedly
out
on
the
shady
old
garden
--
I
heard
Lucio
conversing
on
trifling
matters
of
society
and
literature
generally
,
and
every
now
and
then
her
bright
laugh
rang
out
like
a
little
peal
of
bells
.
Soon
I
felt
,
rather
than
saw
,
that
she
was
looking
steadily
at
me
--
and
turning
,
I
met
her
eyes
--
deep
dense
blue
eyes
,
candidly
grave
and
clear
.
