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I
moved
away
to
leave
the
room
.
"
Thanks
for
all
the
trouble
you
have
taken
to-day
,
"
--
I
said
in
a
lighter
tone
--
"
Though
I
shall
never
be
able
to
express
my
full
gratitude
in
words
.
"
"
If
you
wanted
to
thank
anybody
,
thank
God
that
you
have
lived
through
it
!
"
he
replied
.
"
Why
?
"
I
asked
,
astonished
"
Why
?
Because
life
hangs
on
a
thread
--
a
society
crush
is
the
very
acme
of
boredom
and
exhaustion
--
and
that
we
escape
with
our
lives
from
a
general
guzzle
and
giggle
is
matter
for
thanksgiving
--
that
's
all
!
And
God
gets
so
few
thanks
as
a
rule
that
you
may
surely
spare
Him
a
brief
one
for
to-day
's
satisfactory
ending
.
"
I
laughed
,
seeing
no
meaning
in
his
words
beyond
the
usual
satire
he
affected
.
I
found
Amiel
,
waiting
for
me
in
my
bedroom
,
but
I
dismissed
him
abruptly
,
hating
the
look
of
his
crafty
and
sullen
face
,
and
saying
I
needed
no
attendance
.
Thoroughly
fatigued
,
I
was
soon
in
bed
and
asleep
--
and
the
terrific
agencies
that
had
produced
the
splendours
of
the
brilliant
festival
at
which
I
had
figured
as
host
,
were
not
revealed
to
me
by
so
much
as
a
warning
dream
!
A
few
days
after
the
entertainment
at
Willowsmere
,
and
before
the
society
papers
had
done
talking
about
the
magnificence
and
luxury
displayed
on
that
occasion
,
I
woke
up
one
morning
,
like
the
great
poet
Byron
,
"
to
find
myself
famous
.
"
Not
for
any
intellectual
achievement
--
not
for
any
unexpected
deed
of
heroism
--
not
for
any
resolved
or
noble
attitude
in
society
or
politics
--
no
!
--
I
owed
my
fame
merely
to
a
quadruped
;
--
'
Phosphor
'
won
the
Derby
.
It
was
about
a
neck-and-neck
contest
between
my
racer
and
that
of
the
Prime
Minister
,
and
for
a
second
or
so
the
result
seemed
doubtful
--
but
,
as
the
two
jockeys
neared
the
goal
,
Amiel
,
whose
thin
wiry
figure
clad
in
the
brightest
of
bright
scarlet
silk
,
stuck
to
his
horse
as
though
he
were
a
part
of
it
,
put
'
Phosphor
'
to
a
pace
he
had
never
yet
exhibited
,
appearing
to
skim
along
the
ground
at
literally
flying
speed
,
the
upshot
being
that
he
scored
a
triumphant
victory
,
reaching
the
winning-post
a
couple
of
yards
or
more
ahead
of
his
rival
.
Acclamations
rent
the
air
at
the
vigour
displayed
in
the
'
finish
'
--
and
I
became
the
hero
of
the
day
--
the
darling
of
the
populace
.
I
was
somewhat
amused
at
the
Premier
's
discomfiture
--
he
took
his
beating
rather
badly
.
He
did
not
know
me
,
nor
I
him
--
I
was
not
of
his
politics
,
and
I
did
not
care
a
jot
for
his
feelings
one
way
or
the
other
,
but
I
was
gratified
,
in
a
certain
satirical
sense
,
to
find
myself
suddenly
acknowledged
as
a
greater
man
than
he
,
because
I
was
the
owner
of
the
Derby-winner
!
Before
I
well
knew
where
I
was
,
I
found
myself
being
presented
to
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
who
shook
hands
with
me
and
congratulated
me
;
--
all
the
biggest
aristocrats
in
England
were
willing
and
eager
to
be
introduced
to
me
;
--
and
inwardly
I
laughed
at
this
exhibition
of
taste
and
culture
on
the
part
of
'
the
gentlemen
of
England
that
live
at
home
at
ease
.
'
They
crowded
round
'
Phosphor
,
'
whose
wild
eye
warned
strangers
against
taking
liberties
with
him
,
but
who
seemed
not
a
whit
the
worse
for
his
exertions
,
and
who
apparently
was
quite
ready
to
run
the
race
over
again
with
equal
pleasure
and
success
.
Amiel
's
dark
sly
face
and
cruel
ferret
eyes
were
evidently
not
attractive
to
the
majority
of
the
gentlemen
of
the
turf
,
though
his
answers
to
all
the
queries
put
to
him
,
were
admirably
ready
,
respectful
and
not
without
wit
.
But
to
me
the
whole
sum
and
substance
of
the
occasion
was
the
fact
that
I
,
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
once
struggling
author
,
now
millionaire
,
was
simply
by
virtue
of
my
ownership
of
the
Derby-winner
,
'
famous
'
at
last
!
--
or
what
society
considers
famous
--
that
fame
that
secures
for
a
man
the
attention
of
'
the
nobility
and
gentry
,
'
to
quote
from
tradesmen
's
advertisements
--
and
also
obtains
the
persistent
adulation
and
shameless
pursuit
of
all
the
demi-mondaines
who
want
jewels
and
horses
and
yachts
presented
to
them
in
exchange
for
a
few
tainted
kisses
from
their
carmined
lips
.
Under
the
shower
of
compliments
I
received
,
I
stood
,
apparently
delighted
--
smiling
,
affable
and
courteous
--
entering
into
the
spirit
of
the
occasion
,
and
shaking
hands
with
my
Lord
That
,
and
Sir
Something
Nobody
,
and
His
Serene
Highness
the
Grand
Duke
So-and-So
of
Beer-Land
,
and
His
other
Serene
Lowness
of
Small-Principality
--
but
in
my
secret
soul
I
scorned
these
people
with
their
social
humbug
and
hypocrisy
--
scorned
them
with
such
a
deadly
scorn
as
almost
amazed
myself
.
When
presently
I
walked
off
the
course
with
Lucio
,
who
as
usual
seemed
to
know
and
to
be
friends
with
everybody
,
he
spoke
in
accents
that
were
far
more
grave
and
gentle
than
I
had
ever
heard
him
use
before
.
"
With
all
your
egotism
,
Geoffrey
,
there
is
something
forcible
and
noble
in
your
nature
--
something
which
rises
up
in
bold
revolt
against
falsehood
and
sham
.
Why
,
in
Heaven
's
name
do
you
not
give
it
way
?
"
