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The
donors
wished
to
be
invited
to
the
wedding
in
the
first
place
--
after
that
,
they
sought
to
be
included
in
our
visiting-list
,
and
foresaw
invitations
to
our
dinners
and
house-parties
;
--
and
more
than
this
they
calculated
on
our
influence
in
society
,
and
the
possible
chance
there
might
be
in
the
dim
future
of
our
lending
some
of
them
money
should
pressing
occasion
require
it
.
In
the
scant
thankfulness
and
suppressed
contempt
their
adulatory
offerings
excited
,
Sibyl
and
I
were
completely
at
one
.
She
looked
upon
her
array
of
glittering
valuables
with
the
utmost
weariness
and
indifference
,
and
flattered
my
self-love
by
assuring
me
that
the
only
things
she
cared
at
all
for
were
the
riviére
of
sapphires
and
diamonds
I
had
given
her
as
a
betrothal-pledge
,
together
with
an
engagement-ring
of
the
same
lustrous
gems
.
Yet
I
noticed
she
also
had
a
great
liking
for
Lucio
's
present
,
which
was
a
truly
magnificent
masterpiece
of
the
jeweller
's
art
.
It
was
a
girdle
in
the
form
of
a
serpent
,
the
body
entirely
composed
of
the
finest
emeralds
,
and
the
head
of
rubies
and
diamonds
.
Flexible
as
a
reed
,
when
Sibyl
put
it
on
,
it
appeared
to
spring
and
coil
round
her
waist
like
a
living
thing
,
and
breathe
with
her
breathing
.
I
did
not
much
care
for
it
myself
as
an
ornament
for
a
young
bride
--
it
seemed
to
me
quite
unsuitable
--
but
as
everyone
else
admired
it
and
envied
the
possessor
of
such
superb
jewels
,
I
said
nothing
of
my
own
distaste
.
Diana
Chesney
had
shown
a
certain
amount
of
delicate
sentiment
and
refinement
in
her
offering
--
it
was
a
very
exquisite
marble
statue
of
Psyche
,
mounted
on
a
pedestal
of
solid
silver
and
ebony
.
Sibyl
thanked
her
,
smiling
coldly
.
"
You
have
given
me
an
emblem
of
the
Soul
,
"
--
she
said
;
"
No
doubt
you
remembered
I
have
no
soul
of
my
own
!
"
And
her
airy
laugh
had
chilled
poor
Diana
'
to
the
marrow
,
'
as
the
warm-hearted
little
American
herself
,
with
tears
,
assured
me
.
At
this
period
I
saw
very
little
of
Rimânez
.
I
was
much
occupied
with
my
lawyers
on
the
question
of
'
settlements
.
'
Messrs
Bentham
and
Ellis
rather
objected
to
the
arrangement
by
which
I
gave
the
half
of
my
fortune
to
my
intended
wife
unconditionally
;
but
I
would
brook
no
interference
,
and
the
deed
was
drawn
up
,
signed
,
sealed
and
witnessed
.
The
Earl
of
Elton
could
not
sufficiently
praise
my
'
unexampled
generosity
'
--
my
'
noble
character
;
'
--
and
walked
about
,
eulogising
me
everywhere
,
till
he
almost
turned
himself
into
a
public
advertisement
of
the
virtues
of
his
future
son-in-law
.
He
seemed
to
have
taken
a
new
lease
of
life
--
he
flirted
with
Diana
Chesney
openly
--
and
of
his
paralysed
spouse
with
the
fixed
stare
and
deathly
grin
,
he
never
spoke
,
and
,
I
imagine
,
never
thought
.
Sibyl
herself
was
always
in
the
hands
of
dressmakers
and
milliners
--
and
we
only
saw
each
other
every
day
for
a
few
minutes
'
hurried
chat
.
On
these
occasions
she
was
always
charming
--
even
affectionate
;
and
yet
--
though
I
was
full
of
passionate
admiration
and
love
for
her
,
I
felt
that
she
was
mine
merely
as
a
slave
might
be
mine
;
that
she
gave
me
her
lips
to
kiss
as
if
she
considered
I
had
a
right
to
kiss
them
because
I
had
bought
them
,
and
for
no
other
reason
--
that
her
pretty
caresses
were
studied
,
and
her
whole
behaviour
the
result
of
careful
forethought
and
not
natural
impulsiveness
.
I
tried
to
shake
off
this
impression
,
but
it
still
remained
persistently
,
and
clouded
the
sweetness
of
my
brief
courtship
.
Meanwhile
,
slowly
and
almost
imperceptibly
,
my
'
boomed
'
book
dropped
out
of
notice
.
Morgeson
presented
a
heavy
bill
of
publishing
costs
which
I
paid
without
a
murmur
;
now
and
then
an
allusion
to
my
'
literary
triumphs
'
cropped
up
in
one
or
other
of
the
newspapers
,
but
otherwise
no
one
spoke
of
my
'
famous
'
work
,
and
few
read
it
.
I
enjoyed
the
same
sort
of
cliquey
reputation
and
public
failure
attending
a
certain
novel
entitled
'
Marius
the
Epicurean
.
'
The
journalists
with
whom
I
had
come
in
contact
began
to
drift
away
like
flotsam
and
jetsam
;
I
think
they
saw
I
was
not
likely
to
give
many
more
'
reviewing
'
dinners
or
suppers
,
and
that
my
marriage
with
the
Earl
of
Elton
's
daughter
would
lift
me
into
an
atmosphere
where
Grub-street
could
not
breathe
comfortably
or
stretch
its
legs
at
ease
.
The
heap
of
gold
on
which
I
sat
as
on
a
throne
,
divided
me
gradually
from
even
the
back
courts
and
lower
passages
leading
to
the
Temple
of
Fame
--
and
almost
unconsciously
to
myself
I
retreated
step
by
step
,
shading
my
eyes
as
it
were
from
the
sun
,
and
seeing
the
glittering
turrets
in
the
distance
,
with
a
woman
's
slight
figure
entering
the
lofty
portico
,
turning
back
her
laurelled
head
to
smile
sorrowfully
and
with
divinest
pity
upon
me
,
ere
passing
in
to
salute
the
gods
.
Yet
,
if
asked
about
it
,
everyone
on
the
press
would
have
said
that
I
had
had
a
great
success
.
I
--
only
I
--
realized
the
bitterness
and
truth
of
my
failure
.
I
had
not
touched
the
heart
of
the
public
;
--
I
had
not
succeeded
in
so
waking
my
readers
out
of
the
torpor
of
their
dull
and
commonplace
every-day
lives
,
that
they
should
turn
towards
me
with
outstretched
hands
,
exclaiming
--
"
More
--
more
of
these
thoughts
which
comfort
and
inspire
us
!
--
which
make
us
hear
God
's
voice
proclaiming
'
All
's
well
!
'
above
the
storms
of
life
!
"
I
had
not
done
it
--
I
could
not
do
it
.
And
the
worst
part
of
my
feeling
on
this
point
was
the
idea
that
possibly
I
might
have
done
it
had
I
remained
poor
!
The
strongest
and
healthiest
pulse
in
the
composition
of
a
man
--
the
necessity
for
hard
work
--
had
been
killed
in
me
.
I
knew
I
need
not
work
;
that
the
society
in
which
I
now
moved
thought
it
ridiculous
if
I
did
work
;
that
I
was
expected
to
spend
money
and
'
enjoy
'
myself
in
the
idiotic
fashion
of
what
the
'
upper
ten
'
term
enjoyment
.
My
acquaintances
were
not
slow
in
suggesting
plans
for
the
dissipation
of
my
surplus
cash
--
why
did
I
not
build
for
myself
a
marble
palace
on
the
Riviera
?
--
or
a
yacht
to
completely
outshine
the
Prince
of
Wales
's
'
Britannia
'
?
Why
did
I
not
start
a
theatre
?
Or
found
a
newspaper
?
Not
one
of
my
social
advisers
once
proposed
my
doing
any
private
personal
good
with
my
fortune
.
When
some
terrible
case
of
distress
was
published
,
and
subscriptions
were
raised
to
relieve
the
object
or
objects
of
suffering
,
I
invariably
gave
Ten
Guineas
,
and
allowed
myself
to
be
thanked
for
my
'
generous
assistance
.
'
I
might
as
well
have
given
ten
pence
,
for
the
guineas
were
no
more
to
me
in
comparison
than
the
pence
.
When
funds
were
started
to
erect
a
statue
to
some
great
man
who
had
,
in
the
usual
way
of
the
world
,
been
a
victim
of
misrepresentation
till
his
death
,
I
produced
my
Ten
Guineas
again
,
when
I
could
easily
have
defrayed
the
whole
cost
of
the
memorial
,
with
honour
to
myself
,
and
been
none
the
poorer
.
With
all
my
wealth
I
did
nothing
noteworthy
;
I
showered
no
unexpected
luck
in
the
way
of
the
patient
,
struggling
workers
in
the
hard
schools
of
literature
and
art
;
I
gave
no
'
largesse
'
among
the
poor
;
--
and
when
a
thin
,
eager-eyed
curate
,
with
a
strong
earnest
face
called
upon
me
one
day
,
to
represent
,
with
much
nervous
diffidence
,
the
hideous
sufferings
of
some
of
the
sick
and
starving
in
his
district
down
by
the
docks
,
and
suggested
that
I
might
possibly
care
to
alleviate
a
few
of
these
direful
sorrows
as
a
satisfaction
to
myself
,
as
well
as
for
the
sake
of
human
brotherhood
,
I
am
ashamed
to
say
I
let
him
go
with
a
sovereign
,
for
which
he
heaped
coals
of
fire
on
my
head
by
his
simple
'
God
bless
you
,
and
thank
you
.
'
I
could
see
he
was
himself
in
the
grip
of
poverty
--
I
could
have
made
him
and
his
poor
district
gloriously
happy
by
a
few
strokes
of
my
pen
on
a
cheque
for
an
amount
I
should
never
have
missed
--
and
yet
--
I
gave
him
nothing
but
that
one
piece
of
gold
,
and
so
allowed
him
to
depart
.
He
invited
me
,
with
earnest
good-will
,
to
go
and
see
his
starving
flock
--
"
for
,
believe
me
Mr
Tempest
,
"
said
he
--
"
I
should
be
sorry
if
you
thought
,
as
some
of
the
wealthy
are
unhappily
apt
to
do
,
that
I
seek
money
simply
to
apply
it
to
my
own
personal
uses
.
If
you
would
visit
the
district
yourself
,
and
distribute
whatever
you
pleased
with
your
own
hand
,
it
would
be
infinitely
more
gratifying
to
me
,
and
would
have
a
far
better
effect
on
the
minds
of
the
people
.
For
,
sir
,
the
poor
will
not
always
be
patient
under
the
cruel
burdens
they
have
to
bear
.
"
