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I
paused
a
moment
,
then
answered
frankly
,
"
Yes
.
I
like
her
.
And
I
will
admit
something
more
than
that
to
you
now
.
I
like
her
book
.
It
is
a
noble
work
--
worthy
of
the
most
highly-gifted
man
.
I
always
liked
it
--
and
because
I
liked
it
,
I
slated
it
.
"
"
Rather
a
mysterious
course
of
procedure
!
"
and
he
smiled
;
"
Can
you
not
explain
?
"
"
Of
course
I
can
explain
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
Explanation
is
easy
.
I
envied
her
power
--
I
envy
it
still
.
Her
popularity
caused
me
a
smarting
sense
of
injury
,
and
to
relieve
it
I
wrote
that
article
against
her
.
But
I
shall
never
do
anything
of
the
kind
again
.
I
shall
let
her
grow
her
laurels
in
peace
.
"
"
Laurels
have
a
habit
of
growing
without
any
permission
,
"
--
observed
Lucio
significantly
--
"
In
all
sorts
of
unexpected
places
too
.
And
they
can
never
be
properly
cultivated
in
the
forcing-house
of
criticism
.
"
"
I
know
that
!
"
I
said
quickly
,
my
thoughts
reverting
to
my
own
book
,
and
all
the
favourable
criticisms
that
had
been
heaped
upon
it
--
"
I
have
learned
that
lesson
thoroughly
,
by
heart
!
"
He
looked
at
me
fixedly
.
"
It
is
only
one
of
many
you
may
have
yet
to
learn
"
--
he
said
--
"
It
is
a
lesson
in
fame
.
Your
next
course
of
instruction
will
be
in
love
!
"
He
smiled
--
but
I
was
conscious
of
a
certain
dread
and
discomfort
as
he
spoke
.
I
thought
of
Sibyl
and
her
incomparable
beauty
--
--
Sibyl
,
who
had
told
me
she
could
not
love
--
had
we
both
to
learn
a
lesson
?
And
should
we
master
it
?
--
or
would
it
master
us
?
The
preparations
for
my
marriage
now
went
on
apace
--
shoals
of
presents
began
to
arrive
for
Sibyl
as
well
as
for
myself
,
and
I
was
introduced
to
an
hitherto
undemonstrated
phase
(
as
far
as
I
personally
was
concerned
)
of
the
vulgarity
and
hypocrisy
of
fashionable
society
.
Everyone
knew
the
extent
of
my
wealth
,
and
how
little
real
necessity
there
was
for
offering
me
or
my
bride-elect
costly
gifts
;
nevertheless
,
all
our
so-called
'
friends
'
and
acquaintances
,
strove
to
outvie
each
other
in
the
gross
cash-value
,
if
not
in
the
good
taste
,
of
their
various
donations
.
Had
we
been
a
young
couple
bravely
beginning
the
world
on
true
love
,
in
more
or
less
uncertainty
as
to
our
prospects
and
future
income
,
we
should
have
received
nothing
either
useful
or
valuable
--
everyone
would
have
tried
to
do
the
present-giving
in
as
cheap
and
mean
a
way
as
possible
.
Instead
of
handsome
services
of
solid
silver
,
we
should
have
had
a
meagre
collection
of
plated
teaspoons
;
instead
of
costly
editions
of
books
sumptuously
enriched
with
fine
steel
engravings
,
we
might
possibly
have
had
to
express
our
gratitude
for
a
ten-shilling
Family
Bible
.
Of
course
I
fully
realized
the
actual
nature
and
object
of
the
lavish
extravagance
displayed
on
this
occasion
by
our
social
'
set
,
'
--
their
gifts
were
merely
so
many
bribes
,
sent
with
a
purpose
which
was
easy
enough
to
fathom
.
