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It
was
some
minutes
before
she
was
restored
to
consciousness
--
but
she
made
light
both
of
my
alarm
and
the
consternation
of
her
friends
--
and
assuring
us
that
it
was
nothing
but
the
effect
of
the
heat
of
the
weather
and
the
excitement
of
the
day
,
she
took
my
arm
and
walked
down
the
aisle
smilingly
,
through
the
brilliant
ranks
of
her
staring
and
envious
'
society
'
friends
,
all
of
whom
coveted
her
good
fortune
,
not
because
she
had
married
a
worthy
or
gifted
man
--
that
would
have
been
no
special
matter
for
congratulation
--
but
simply
because
she
had
married
five
millions
of
money
!
I
was
the
appendage
to
the
millions
--
nothing
further
.
She
held
her
head
high
and
haughtily
,
though
I
felt
her
tremble
as
the
thundering
strains
of
the
'
Bridal
March
'
from
Lohengrin
poured
sonorous
triumph
on
the
air
.
She
trod
on
roses
all
the
way
--
I
remembered
that
too
,
...
afterwards
!
Her
satin
slipper
crushed
the
hearts
of
a
thousand
innocent
things
that
must
surely
have
been
more
dear
to
God
than
she
;
--
the
little
harmless
souls
of
flowers
,
whose
task
in
life
,
sweetly
fulfilled
,
had
been
to
create
beauty
and
fragrance
by
their
mere
existence
,
expired
to
gratify
the
vanity
of
one
woman
to
whom
nothing
was
sacred
.
But
I
anticipate
--
I
was
yet
in
my
fool
's
dream
--
and
imagined
that
the
dying
blossoms
were
happy
to
perish
thus
beneath
her
tread
!
A
grand
reception
was
held
at
Lord
Elton
's
house
after
the
ceremony
--
and
in
the
midst
of
the
chattering
,
the
eating
and
the
drinking
,
we
--
my
newly
made
wife
and
I
--
departed
amid
the
profuse
flatteries
and
good
wishes
of
our
'
friends
'
who
,
primed
with
the
very
finest
champagne
,
made
a
very
decent
show
of
being
sincere
.
The
last
person
to
say
farewell
to
us
at
the
carriage-door
was
Lucio
--
and
the
sorrow
I
felt
at
parting
with
him
was
more
than
I
could
express
in
words
.
From
the
very
hour
of
the
dawning
of
my
good
fortune
we
had
been
almost
inseparable
companions
--
I
owed
my
success
in
society
--
everything
,
even
my
bride
herself
--
to
his
management
and
tact
--
and
though
I
had
now
won
for
my
life
's
partner
the
most
beautiful
of
women
,
I
could
not
contemplate
even
the
temporary
breaking
of
the
association
between
myself
and
my
gifted
and
brilliant
comrade
,
without
a
keen
pang
of
personal
pain
amid
my
nuptial
joys
.
Leaning
his
arms
on
the
carriage-window
,
he
looked
in
upon
us
both
,
smiling
.
"
My
spirit
will
be
with
you
both
in
all
your
journeyings
!
"
he
said
--
"
And
when
you
return
,
I
shall
be
one
of
the
first
to
bid
you
welcome
home
.
Your
house-party
is
fixed
for
September
,
I
believe
?
"
"
Yes
--
and
you
will
be
the
most
eagerly
desired
guest
of
all
invited
!
"
I
replied
heartily
,
pressing
his
hand
.
"
Fie
,
for
shame
!
"
he
retorted
laughingly
--
"
Be
not
so
disloyal
of
speech
,
Geoffrey
!
Are
you
not
going
to
entertain
the
Prince
of
Wales
?
--
and
shall
anyone
be
more
'
eagerly-desired
'
than
he
?
No
--
I
must
play
a
humble
third
or
even
fourth
on
your
list
where
Royalty
is
concerned
--
my
princedom
is
alas
!
not
that
of
Wales
--
and
the
throne
I
might
claim
(
if
I
had
anyone
to
help
me
,
which
I
have
not
)
is
a
long
way
removed
from
that
of
England
!
"
Sibyl
said
nothing
--
but
her
eyes
rested
on
his
handsome
face
and
fine
figure
with
an
odd
wonder
and
wistfulness
,
and
she
was
very
pale
.
"
Good-bye
Lady
Sibyl
!
"
he
added
gently
--
"
All
joy
be
with
you
!
To
us
who
are
left
behind
,
your
absence
will
seem
long
--
but
to
you
--
ah
!
--
Love
gives
wings
to
time
,
and
what
would
be
to
ordinary
folks
a
month
of
mere
dull
living
,
will
be
for
you
nothing
but
a
moment
's
rapture
!
Love
is
better
than
wealth
--
you
have
found
that
out
already
I
know
!
--
but
I
think
--
and
hope
--
that
you
are
destined
to
make
the
knowledge
more
certain
and
complete
!
Think
of
me
sometimes
!
Au
revoir
!
"
The
horses
started
--
a
handful
of
rice
flung
by
the
society
idiot
who
is
always
at
weddings
,
rattled
against
the
door
and
on
the
roof
of
the
brougham
,
and
Lucio
stepped
back
,
waving
his
hand
.
To
the
last
we
saw
him
--
a
tall
stately
figure
on
the
steps
of
Lord
Elton
's
mansion
--
surrounded
by
an
ultra-fashionable
throng
,
.
.
bridesmaids
in
bright
attire
and
picture-hats
--
young
girls
all
eager
and
excited-looking
,
each
of
them
no
doubt
longing
fervently
for
the
day
to
come
when
they
might
severally
manage
to
secure
as
rich
a
husband
as
myself
,
...
match-making
mothers
and
wicked
old
dowagers
,
exhibiting
priceless
lace
on
their
capacious
bosoms
,
and
ablaze
with
diamonds
,
...
men
with
white
button-hole
bouquets
in
their
irreproachably
fitting
frock-coats
--
servants
in
gay
liveries
,
and
the
usual
street-crowd
of
idle
sight-seers
;
--
all
this
cluster
of
faces
,
costumes
and
flowers
,
was
piled
against
the
grey
background
of
the
stone
portico
--
and
in
the
midst
,
the
dark
beauty
of
Lucio
's
face
and
the
luminance
of
his
flashing
eyes
made
him
the
conspicuous
object
and
chief
centre
of
attraction
,
...
then
,
...
the
carriage
turned
a
sharp
corner
--
the
faces
vanished
--
and
Sibyl
and
I
realised
that
from
henceforward
we
were
left
alone
--
alone
to
face
the
future
and
ourselves
--
and
to
learn
the
lesson
of
love
...
or
hate
...
for
evermore
together
!
