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Lucio
laughed
heartily
,
and
so
did
I
--
she
looked
so
mischievous
and
merry
.
"
But
there
are
two
other
owls
in
the
cage
"
--
I
said
--
"
What
are
their
names
?
"
She
held
up
a
little
finger
in
playful
warning
.
"
Ah
,
that
would
be
telling
secrets
!
"
she
said
--
"
They
're
all
the
'
Athenæum
'
--
the
holy
Three
--
a
sort
of
literary
Trinity
.
But
why
a
trinity
I
do
not
venture
to
explain
!
--
it
is
a
riddle
I
must
leave
you
to
guess
!
"
She
moved
on
,
and
we
followed
across
a
velvety
grass-plot
bordered
with
bright
spring-flowers
,
such
as
crocuses
,
tulips
,
anemones
,
and
hyacinths
,
and
presently
pausing
she
asked
--
"
Would
you
care
to
see
my
work-room
?
"
I
found
myself
agreeing
to
this
proposition
with
an
almost
boyish
enthusiasm
.
Lucio
glanced
at
me
with
a
slight
half-cynical
smile
.
"
Miss
Clare
,
are
you
going
to
name
a
pigeon
after
Mr
Tempest
?
"
he
inquired
--
"
He
played
the
part
of
an
adverse
critic
,
you
know
--
but
I
doubt
whether
he
will
ever
do
so
again
!
"
She
looked
round
at
me
and
smiled
.
"
Oh
,
I
have
been
merciful
to
Mr
Tempest
,
"
--
she
replied
;
"
He
is
among
the
anonymous
birds
whom
I
do
not
specially
recognise
!
"
She
stepped
into
the
arched
embrasure
of
an
open
window
which
fronted
the
view
of
the
grass
and
flowers
,
and
entering
with
her
we
found
ourselves
in
a
large
room
,
octagonal
in
shape
,
where
the
first
object
that
attracted
and
riveted
the
attention
was
a
marble
bust
of
the
Pallas
Athene
whose
grave
impassive
countenance
and
tranquil
brows
directly
faced
the
sun
.
A
desk
strewn
with
papers
occupied
the
left-hand
side
of
the
window-nook
--
in
a
corner
draped
with
olive-green
velvet
,
the
white
presence
of
the
Apollo
Belvedere
taught
in
his
inscrutable
yet
radiant
smile
,
the
lesson
of
love
and
the
triumphs
of
fame
--
and
numbers
of
books
were
about
,
not
ranged
in
formal
rows
on
shelves
as
if
they
were
never
read
,
but
placed
on
low
tables
and
wheeled
stands
,
that
they
might
be
easily
taken
up
and
glanced
at
.
The
arrangement
of
the
walls
chiefly
excited
my
interest
and
admiration
,
for
these
were
divided
into
panels
,
and
every
panel
had
,
inscribed
upon
it
in
letters
of
gold
,
some
phrase
from
the
philosophers
,
or
some
verse
from
the
poets
.
The
passage
from
Shelley
which
Mavis
had
recently
quoted
to
us
,
occupied
,
as
she
had
said
,
one
panel
,
and
above
it
hung
a
beautiful
bas-relief
of
the
drowned
poet
copied
from
the
monument
at
Via
Reggio
.
