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"
Like
your
own
theories
,
my
dear
Professor
!
"
said
a
rich
laughing
voice
,
as
Lucio
met
him
on
his
way
,
and
the
bijou
theatre
was
again
flooded
with
cheerful
light
--
"
They
are
amusing
to
some
,
and
disgusting
to
others
!
--
--
Pardon
me
!
--
I
speak
of
course
in
jest
!
But
I
designed
that
tableau
specially
in
your
honour
!
"
"
Oh
,
you
did
,
did
you
?
"
growled
the
Professor
--
"
Well
,
I
did
n't
appreciate
it
.
"
"
Yet
you
should
have
done
,
for
it
is
quite
scientifically
correct
,
"
--
declared
Lucio
laughing
still
.
"
Faith
--
with
the
wings
,
whom
you
saw
joyously
flying
towards
an
impossible
Heaven
,
is
not
scientifically
correct
--
have
you
not
told
us
so
?
--
but
the
skeleton
and
the
worms
were
quite
of
your
cult
!
No
materialist
can
deny
the
correctness
of
that
'
complexion
to
which
we
all
must
come
at
last
.
'
Positively
,
some
of
the
ladies
look
quite
pale
!
How
droll
it
is
,
that
while
everybody
(
to
be
fashionable
,
and
in
favour
with
the
press
)
must
accept
Materialism
as
the
only
creed
,
they
should
invariably
become
affrighted
,
or
let
us
say
offended
,
at
the
natural
end
of
the
body
,
as
completed
by
material
agencies
!
"
"
Well
,
it
was
not
a
pleasant
subject
,
that
last
tableau
,
"
--
said
Lord
Elton
,
as
he
came
out
of
the
theatre
with
Diana
Chesney
hanging
confidingly
on
his
arm
--
"
You
can
not
say
it
was
festal
!
"
"
It
was
--
for
the
worms
!
"
replied
Lucio
gaily
--
"
Come
,
Miss
Chesney
--
and
you
Tempest
,
come
along
with
Lady
Sibyl
--
let
us
go
out
in
the
grounds
again
,
and
see
my
will-o
'
-
the-wisps
lighting
up
.
"
Fresh
curiosity
was
excited
by
this
remark
;
the
people
quickly
threw
off
the
gruesome
and
tragic
impression
made
by
the
strange
'
tableaux
'
just
witnessed
--
and
poured
out
of
the
house
into
the
gardens
chattering
and
laughing
more
noisily
than
ever
.
It
was
just
dusk
--
and
as
we
reached
the
open
lawn
we
saw
an
extraordinary
number
of
small
boys
,
clad
in
brown
,
running
about
with
will-o
'
-
the-wisp
lanterns
.
Their
movements
were
swift
and
perfectly
noiseless
--
they
leaped
,
jumped
and
twirled
like
little
gnomes
over
flowerbeds
,
under
shrubberies
,
and
along
the
edges
of
paths
and
terraces
,
many
of
them
climbing
trees
with
the
rapidity
and
agility
of
monkeys
,
and
wherever
they
went
they
left
behind
them
a
trail
of
brilliant
light
.
Soon
,
by
their
efforts
,
all
the
grounds
were
illuminated
with
a
magnificence
that
could
not
have
been
equalled
even
by
the
historic
fêtes
at
Versailles
--
tall
oaks
and
cedars
were
transformed
to
pyramids
of
fire-blossoms
--
every
branch
was
loaded
with
coloured
lamps
in
the
shape
of
stars
--
rockets
hissed
up
into
the
clear
space
showering
down
bouquets
,
wreaths
and
ribbons
of
flame
--
lines
of
red
and
azure
ran
glowingly
along
the
grass-borders
,
and
amid
the
enthusiastic
applause
of
the
assembled
spectators
,
eight
huge
fire-fountains
of
all
colours
sprang
up
in
various
corners
of
the
garden
,
while
an
enormous
golden
balloon
,
dazzlingly
luminous
,
ascended
slowly
into
the
air
and
remained
poised
above
us
,
sending
from
its
glittering
car
hundreds
of
gem-like
birds
and
butterflies
on
fiery
wings
,
that
circled
round
and
round
for
a
moment
and
then
vanished
.
While
we
were
yet
loudly
clapping
the
splendid
effect
of
this
sky-spectacle
,
a
troop
of
beautiful
girl-dancers
in
white
came
running
across
the
grass
,
waving
long
silvery
wands
that
were
tipped
with
electric
stars
,
and
to
the
sound
of
strange
tinkling
music
,
seemingly
played
in
the
distance
on
glass
bells
,
they
commenced
a
fantastic
dance
of
the
wildest
yet
most
graceful
character
.
Every
shade
of
opaline
colour
fell
upon
their
swaying
figures
from
some
invisible
agency
as
they
tripped
and
whirled
--
and
each
time
they
waved
their
wands
,
ribbons
and
flags
of
fire
were
unrolled
and
tossed
high
in
air
where
they
gyrated
for
a
long
time
like
moving
hieroglyphs
.
The
scene
was
now
so
startling
,
so
fairy-like
and
wonderful
,
that
we
were
well-nigh
struck
speechless
with
astonishment
--
too
fascinated
and
absorbed
even
to
applaud
,
we
had
no
conception
how
time
went
,
or
how
rapidly
the
night
descended
--
till
all
at
once
without
the
least
warning
,
an
appalling
crash
of
thunder
burst
immediately
above
our
heads
,
and
a
jagged
fork
of
lightning
tore
the
luminous
fire-balloon
to
shreds
.
Two
or
three
women
began
to
scream
--
whereupon
Lucio
advanced
from
the
throng
of
spectators
and
stood
in
full
view
of
all
,
holding
up
his
hand
.
"
Stage
thunder
,
I
assure
you
!
"
he
said
playfully
,
in
a
clear
somewhat
scornful
voice
--
"
It
comes
and
goes
at
my
bidding
.
Quite
a
part
of
the
game
,
believe
me
!
--
these
sort
of
things
are
only
toys
for
children
.
Again
--
again
,
ye
petty
elements
!
"
he
cried
,
laughing
,
and
lifting
his
handsome
face
and
flashing
eyes
to
the
dark
heavens
--
"
Roar
your
best
and
loudest
!
--
roar
,
I
say
!
"
Such
a
terrific
boom
and
clatter
answered
him
as
baffled
all
description
--
it
was
as
if
a
mountain
of
rock
had
fallen
into
ruins
--
but
having
been
assured
that
the
deafening
noise
was
'
stage
thunder
'
merely
,
the
spectators
were
no
longer
alarmed
,
and
many
of
them
expressed
their
opinion
that
it
was
'
wonderfully
well
done
.
'
