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After
this
,
there
gradually
appeared
against
the
sky
a
broad
blaze
of
red
light
like
the
reflection
of
some
great
prairie
fire
--
it
streamed
apparently
upward
from
the
ground
,
bathing
us
all
where
we
stood
,
in
its
blood-like
glow
.
The
white-robed
dancing-girls
waltzed
on
and
on
,
their
arms
entwined
,
their
lovely
faces
irradiated
by
the
lurid
flame
,
while
above
them
now
flew
creatures
with
black
wings
,
bats
and
owls
,
and
great
night-moths
,
that
flapped
and
fluttered
about
for
all
the
world
as
if
they
were
truly
alive
and
not
mere
'
stage
properties
.
'
Another
flash
of
lightning
--
and
one
more
booming
thud
of
thunder
--
--
and
lo
!
--
the
undisturbed
and
fragrant
night
was
about
us
,
clear
,
dewy
and
calm
--
the
young
moon
smiled
pensively
in
a
cloudless
heaven
--
all
the
dancing-girls
had
vanished
--
the
crimson
glow
had
changed
to
a
pure
silvery
radiance
,
and
an
array
of
pretty
pages
in
eighteenth
century
costumes
of
pale
pink
and
blue
,
stood
before
us
with
lighted
flaming
torches
,
making
a
long
triumphal
avenue
,
down
which
Lucio
invited
us
to
pass
.
"
On
,
on
fair
ladies
and
gallant
gentlemen
!
"
he
cried
--
"
This
extemporized
path
of
light
leads
--
not
to
Heaven
--
no
!
that
were
far
too
dull
an
ending
!
--
but
to
supper
!
On
!
--
follow
your
leader
!
"
Every
eye
was
turned
on
his
fine
figure
and
striking
countenance
,
as
with
one
hand
he
beckoned
the
guests
--
between
the
double
line
of
lit
torches
he
stood
--
a
picture
for
a
painter
,
with
those
dark
eyes
of
his
alit
with
such
strange
mirth
as
could
not
be
defined
,
and
the
sweet
,
half-cruel
,
wonderfully
attractive
smile
playing
upon
his
lips
;
--
and
with
one
accord
the
whole
company
trooped
pell-mell
after
him
,
shouting
their
applause
and
delight
.
Who
could
resist
him
!
--
not
one
in
that
assemblage
at
least
;
--
there
are
few
'
saints
'
in
society
!
As
I
went
with
the
rest
,
I
felt
as
though
I
were
in
some
gorgeous
dream
--
my
senses
were
all
in
a
whirl
--
I
was
giddy
with
excitement
and
could
not
stop
to
think
,
or
to
analyse
the
emotions
by
which
I
was
governed
.
Had
I
possessed
the
force
or
the
will
to
pause
and
consider
,
I
might
possibly
have
come
to
the
conclusion
that
there
was
something
altogether
beyond
the
ordinary
power
of
man
displayed
in
the
successive
wonders
of
this
brilliant
'
gala
,
'
--
but
I
was
,
like
all
the
rest
of
society
,
bent
merely
on
the
pleasure
of
the
moment
,
regardless
of
how
it
was
procured
,
what
it
cost
me
,
or
how
it
affected
others
.
How
many
I
see
and
know
to-day
among
the
worshippers
of
fashion
and
frivolity
who
are
acting
precisely
as
I
acted
then
!
Indifferent
to
the
welfare
of
everyone
save
themselves
,
grudging
every
penny
that
is
not
spent
on
their
own
advantage
or
amusement
,
and
too
callous
to
even
listen
to
the
sorrows
or
difficulties
or
joys
of
others
when
these
do
not
in
some
way
,
near
or
remote
,
touch
their
own
interests
,
they
waste
their
time
day
after
day
in
selfish
trifling
,
wilfully
blind
and
unconscious
to
the
fact
that
they
are
building
up
their
own
fate
in
the
future
--
that
future
which
will
prove
all
the
more
a
terrible
Reality
in
proportion
to
the
extent
of
our
presumption
in
daring
to
doubt
its
truth
.
More
than
four
hundred
guests
sat
down
to
supper
in
the
largest
pavilion
--
a
supper
served
in
the
most
costly
manner
and
furnished
with
luxuries
that
represented
the
utmost
pitch
of
extravagance
.
I
ate
and
drank
,
with
Sybil
at
my
side
,
hardly
knowing
what
I
said
or
did
in
the
whirling
excitement
of
the
hour
--
the
opening
of
champagne-bottles
,
the
clink
of
glasses
,
the
clatter
of
plates
,
the
loud
hum
of
talk
interspersed
with
monkey-like
squeals
or
goat-like
whinnies
of
laughter
,
over-ridden
at
intervals
by
the
blare
of
trumpet-music
and
drums
--
all
these
sounds
were
as
so
much
noise
of
rushing
waters
in
my
ears
--
and
I
often
found
myself
growing
abstracted
and
in
a
manner
confused
by
the
din
.
I
did
not
say
much
to
Sibyl
--
one
can
not
very
well
whisper
sentimental
nothings
in
the
ear
of
one
's
betrothed
when
she
is
eating
ortolans
and
truffles
.
Presently
,
amid
all
the
hubbub
,
a
deep
bell
struck
twelve
times
,
and
Lucio
stood
up
at
the
end
of
one
of
the
long
tables
,
a
full
glass
of
foaming
champagne
in
his
hand
--
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
!
"
There
was
a
sudden
silence
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
!
"
he
repeated
,
his
brilliant
eyes
flashing
derisively
,
I
thought
,
over
the
whole
well-fed
company
,
"
Midnight
has
struck
and
the
best
of
friends
must
part
!
But
before
we
do
so
,
let
us
not
forget
that
we
have
met
here
to
wish
all
happiness
to
our
host
,
Mr
Geoffrey
Tempest
and
his
bride-elect
,
the
Lady
Sibyl
Elton
.
"
Here
there
was
vociferous
applause
.
"
It
is
said
"
--
continued
Lucio
,
"
by
the
makers
of
dull
maxims
,
that
'
Fortune
never
comes
with
both
hands
full
'
--
but
in
this
case
the
adage
is
proved
false
and
put
to
shame
--
for
our
friend
has
not
only
secured
the
pleasures
of
wealth
,
but
the
treasures
of
love
and
beauty
combined
.
Limitless
cash
is
good
,
but
limitless
love
is
better
,
and
both
these
choice
gifts
have
been
bestowed
on
the
betrothed
pair
whom
to-day
we
honour
.
I
will
ask
you
to
give
them
a
hearty
round
of
cheering
--
and
then
it
must
be
good-night
indeed
,
though
not
farewell
--
for
with
the
toast
of
the
bride
and
bridegroom-elect
,
I
shall
also
drink
to
the
time
--
not
far
distant
perhaps
--
when
I
shall
see
some
of
you
,
if
not
all
of
you
again
,
and
enjoy
even
more
of
your
charming
company
than
I
have
done
to-day
!
"
