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He
ceased
amid
a
perfect
hurricane
of
applause
--
and
then
everyone
rose
and
turned
towards
the
table
where
I
sat
with
Sibyl
,
and
naming
our
names
aloud
,
drank
wine
,
the
men
joining
in
hearty
shouts
of
"
Hip
,
hip
,
hip
hurrah
!
"
Yet
--
as
I
bowed
repeatedly
in
response
to
the
storm
of
cheering
,
and
while
Sibyl
smiled
and
bent
her
graceful
head
to
right
and
left
,
my
heart
sank
suddenly
with
a
sense
of
fear
.
Was
it
my
fancy
--
or
did
I
hear
peals
of
wild
laughter
circling
round
the
brilliant
pavilion
and
echoing
away
,
far
away
into
distance
?
I
listened
,
glass
in
hand
.
"
Hip
,
hip
,
hip
hurrah
!
"
shouted
my
guests
with
gusto
.
"
Ha
--
ha
--
ha
--
ha
!
"
seemed
shrieked
and
yelled
in
my
ears
from
the
outer
air
.
Struggling
against
this
delusion
,
I
got
up
and
returned
thanks
for
myself
and
my
future
bride
in
a
few
brief
words
which
were
received
with
fresh
salvos
of
applause
--
and
then
we
all
became
aware
that
Lucio
had
sprung
up
again
in
his
place
,
and
was
standing
high
above
us
all
,
with
one
foot
on
the
table
and
the
other
on
the
chair
,
confronting
us
with
a
fresh
glass
of
wine
in
his
hand
,
filled
to
the
brim
.
What
a
face
he
had
at
that
moment
!
--
what
a
smile
!
"
The
parting
cup
,
my
friends
!
"
he
exclaimed
--
"
To
our
next
merry
meeting
!
"
With
plaudits
and
laughter
the
guests
eagerly
and
noisily
responded
--
and
as
they
drank
,
the
pavilion
was
flooded
by
a
deep
crimson
illumination
as
of
fire
.
Every
face
looked
blood-red
!
--
every
jewel
on
every
woman
flashed
like
a
living
flame
!
--
for
one
brief
instant
only
--
then
it
was
gone
,
and
there
followed
a
general
stampede
of
the
company
--
everybody
hurrying
as
fast
as
they
could
into
the
carriages
that
waited
in
long
lines
to
take
them
to
the
station
,
the
last
two
'
special
'
trains
to
London
being
at
one
a.
m.
and
one
thirty
.
I
bade
Sibyl
and
her
father
a
hurried
good-night
--
Diana
Chesney
went
in
the
same
carriage
with
them
,
full
of
ecstatic
thanks
and
praise
to
me
for
the
splendours
of
the
day
which
she
described
in
her
own
fashion
as
"
knowing
how
to
do
it
--
"
and
then
the
departing
crowd
of
vehicles
began
to
thunder
down
the
avenue
.
As
they
went
an
arch
of
light
suddenly
spanned
Willowsmere
Court
from
end
to
end
of
its
red
gables
,
blazing
with
all
the
colours
of
the
rainbow
,
in
the
middle
of
which
appeared
letters
of
pale
blue
and
gold
,
forming
what
I
had
hitherto
considered
as
a
funereal
device
,
"
Sic
transit
gloria
mundi
!
Vale
!
"
But
,
after
all
,
it
was
as
fairly
applicable
to
the
ephemeral
splendours
of
a
fête
as
it
was
to
the
more
lasting
marble
solemnity
of
a
sepulchre
,
and
I
thought
little
or
nothing
about
it
.
So
perfect
were
all
the
arrangements
,
and
so
admirably
were
the
servants
trained
,
that
the
guests
were
not
long
in
departing
--
and
the
grounds
were
soon
not
only
empty
,
but
dark
.
Not
a
vestige
of
the
splendid
illuminations
was
left
anywhere
--
and
I
entered
the
house
fatigued
,
and
with
a
dull
sense
of
bewilderment
and
fear
on
me
which
I
could
not
explain
.
I
found
Lucio
alone
in
the
smoking-room
at
the
further
end
of
the
oak-panelled
hall
,
a
small
cosily
curtained
apartment
with
a
deep
bay
window
which
opened
directly
on
to
the
lawn
.
He
was
standing
in
this
embrasure
with
his
back
to
me
,
but
he
turned
swiftly
round
as
he
heard
my
steps
and
confronted
me
with
such
a
wild
,
white
,
tortured
face
that
I
recoiled
from
him
,
startled
.
"
Lucio
,
you
are
ill
!
"
I
exclaimed
--
"
you
have
done
too
much
to-day
.
"
"
Perhaps
I
have
!
"
he
answered
in
a
hoarse
unsteady
voice
,
and
I
saw
a
strong
shudder
convulse
him
as
he
spoke
--
then
,
gathering
himself
together
as
it
were
by
an
effort
,
he
forced
a
smile
--
"
Do
n't
be
alarmed
,
my
friend
!
--
it
is
nothing
--
nothing
but
the
twinge
of
an
old
deep-seated
malady
--
a
troublesome
disease
that
is
rare
among
men
,
and
hopelessly
incurable
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
I
asked
anxiously
,
for
his
death-like
pallor
alarmed
me
.
He
looked
at
me
fixedly
,
his
eyes
dilating
and
darkening
,
and
his
hand
fell
with
a
heavy
pressure
on
my
shoulder
.
