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"
Oh
,
are
there
not
,
though
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
laughing
also
,
"
Why
,
you
do
n't
suppose
you
can
give
any
sort
of
big
entertainment
without
them
do
you
?
They
permeate
society
.
Old
Lady
Maravale
,
for
example
,
who
is
rather
reduced
in
circumstances
,
writes
a
guinea
's
worth
of
scandal
a
week
for
one
of
the
papers
.
And
she
is
here
--
I
saw
her
simply
gorging
herself
with
chicken
salad
and
truffles
an
hour
ago
!
"
Here
pausing
,
and
resting
against
my
arm
,
she
peered
through
the
trees
.
"
There
are
the
chimneys
of
Lily
Cottage
where
the
famous
Mavis
Clare
lives
,
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
,
I
know
,
"
--
I
replied
readily
--
"
Rimânez
and
I
have
visited
her
.
She
is
away
just
now
,
or
she
would
have
been
here
to-day
.
"
"
Do
you
like
her
?
"
Sibyl
queried
.
"
Very
much
.
She
is
charming
.
"
"
And
...
the
prince
...
does
he
like
her
?
"
"
Well
,
upon
my
word
,
"
I
answered
with
a
smile
--
"
I
think
he
likes
her
more
than
he
does
most
women
!
He
showed
the
most
extraordinary
deference
towards
her
,
and
seemed
almost
abashed
in
her
presence
.
Are
you
cold
,
Sibyl
?
"
I
added
hastily
,
for
she
shivered
suddenly
and
her
face
grew
pale
--
"
You
had
better
come
away
from
the
river
--
it
is
damp
under
these
trees
.
"
"
Yes
--
let
us
go
back
to
the
gardens
and
the
sunshine
;
"
--
she
answered
dreamily
--
"
So
your
eccentric
friend
--
the
woman-hater
--
finds
something
to
admire
in
Mavis
Clare
!
She
must
be
a
very
happy
creature
I
think
--
perfectly
free
,
famous
,
and
believing
in
all
good
things
of
life
and
humanity
,
if
one
may
judge
from
her
books
.
"
"
Well
,
taken
altogether
,
life
is
n't
so
very
bad
!
"
I
observed
playfully
.
She
made
no
reply
--
and
we
returned
to
the
lawns
where
afternoon
tea
was
now
being
served
to
the
guests
,
who
were
seated
in
brilliant
scattered
groups
under
the
trees
or
within
the
silken
pavilions
,
while
the
sweetest
music
--
and
the
strangest
,
if
people
had
only
had
ears
to
hear
it
--
both
vocal
and
instrumental
,
was
being
performed
by
those
invisible
players
and
singers
whose
secret
whereabouts
was
unknown
to
all
,
save
Lucio
.
Just
as
the
sun
began
to
sink
,
several
little
pages
came
out
of
the
house
,
and
with
low
salutations
,
distributed
among
the
guests
daintily
embossed
and
painted
programmes
of
the
'
Tableaux
Vivants
,
'
prepared
for
their
diversion
in
the
extemporized
bijou
theatre
.
Numbers
of
people
rose
at
once
from
their
chairs
on
the
lawn
,
eager
for
this
new
spectacle
,
and
began
to
scramble
along
and
hustle
one
another
in
that
effective
style
of
'
high-breeding
'
so
frequently
exhibited
at
Her
Majesty
's
Drawing-Rooms
.
I
,
with
Sibyl
,
hastily
preceded
the
impatient
,
pushing
crowd
,
for
I
wished
to
find
a
good
seat
for
my
beautiful
betrothed
before
the
room
became
full
to
over-flowing
.
There
proved
however
,
to
be
plenty
of
accommodation
for
everybody
--
what
space
there
was
seemed
capable
of
limitless
expansion
,
and
all
the
spectators
were
comfortably
placed
without
difficulty
.
Soon
we
were
all
studying
our
programmes
with
considerable
interest
,
for
the
titles
of
the
'
Tableaux
'
were
somewhat
original
and
mystifying
.
They
were
eight
in
number
,
and
were
respectively
headed
--
'
Society
,
'
--
'
Bravery
:
Ancient
and
Modern
,
'
--
'
A
Lost
Angel
,
'
--
'
The
Autocrat
,
'
--
'
A
Corner
of
Hell
,
'
--
'
Seeds
of
Corruption
,
'
--
'
His
Latest
Purchase
,
'
--
and
'
Faith
and
Materialism
.
'
It
was
in
the
theatre
that
everyone
became
at
last
conscious
of
the
weirdly
beautiful
character
of
the
music
that
had
been
surging
round
them
all
day
.
