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"
I
should
be
blind
if
I
had
not
perceived
it
"
--
she
replied
;
"
I
do
not
however
blame
him
for
his
pet
aversion
--
I
think
it
makes
him
all
the
more
attractive
and
interesting
.
"
"
He
is
a
great
friend
of
yours
?
"
inquired
Mavis
,
looking
at
me
as
she
put
the
question
.
"
The
very
greatest
friend
I
have
,
"
--
I
replied
quickly
--
"
I
owe
him
more
than
I
can
ever
repay
--
indeed
I
have
to
thank
him
even
for
introducing
me
to
my
wife
!
"
I
said
the
words
unthinkingly
and
playfully
,
but
as
I
uttered
them
,
a
sudden
shock
affected
my
nerves
--
a
shock
of
painful
memory
.
Yes
,
it
was
true
!
--
I
owed
to
him
,
to
Lucio
,
the
misery
,
fear
,
degradation
and
shame
of
having
such
a
woman
as
Sibyl
was
,
united
to
me
till
death
should
us
part
.
I
felt
myself
turning
sick
and
giddy
--
and
I
sat
down
in
one
of
the
quaint
oak
chairs
that
helped
to
furnish
Mavis
Clare
's
study
,
allowing
the
two
women
to
pass
out
of
the
open
French
window
into
the
sunlit
garden
together
,
the
dogs
following
at
their
heels
.
I
watched
them
as
they
went
--
my
wife
,
tall
and
stately
,
attired
in
the
newest
and
most
fashionable
mode
--
Mavis
,
small
and
slight
,
with
her
soft
white
gown
and
floating
waist-ribbon
--
the
one
sensual
,
the
other
spiritual
--
the
one
base
and
vicious
in
desire
--
the
other
pure-souled
and
aspiring
to
noblest
ends
--
the
one
,
a
physically
magnificent
animal
--
the
other
merely
sweet-faced
and
ideally
fair
like
a
sylph
of
the
woodlands
--
and
looking
,
I
clenched
my
hands
as
I
thought
with
bitterness
of
spirit
what
a
mistaken
choice
I
had
made
.
In
the
profound
egotism
which
had
always
been
part
of
my
nature
I
now
actually
allowed
myself
to
believe
that
I
might
,
had
I
chosen
,
have
wedded
Mavis
Clare
--
never
for
one
moment
imagining
that
all
my
wealth
would
have
been
useless
to
me
in
such
a
quest
,
and
that
I
might
as
well
have
proposed
to
pluck
a
star
from
the
sky
as
to
win
a
woman
who
was
able
to
read
my
nature
thoroughly
,
and
who
would
never
have
come
down
to
my
money-level
from
her
intellectual
throne
--
no
,
not
though
I
had
been
a
monarch
of
many
nations
.
I
stared
at
the
large
tranquil
features
of
the
Pallas
Athene
--
and
the
blank
eyeballs
of
the
marble
goddess
appeared
to
regard
me
in
turn
with
impassive
scorn
.
I
glanced
round
the
room
,
and
at
the
walls
adorned
with
the
wise
sayings
of
poets
and
philosophers
--
sayings
that
reminded
me
of
truths
which
I
knew
,
yet
never
accepted
as
practicable
;
and
presently
my
eyes
were
attracted
to
a
corner
near
the
writing-desk
which
I
had
not
noticed
before
,
where
there
was
a
small
dim
lamp
burning
.
Above
this
lamp
an
ivory
crucifix
gleamed
white
against
draperies
of
dark
purple
velvet
--
below
it
,
on
a
silver
bracket
,
was
an
hour-glass
through
which
the
sand
was
running
in
glistening
grains
,
and
round
the
entire
little
shrine
was
written
in
letters
of
gold
"
Now
is
the
acceptable
time
!
"
--
the
word
'
Now
'
being
in
larger
characters
than
the
rest
.
'
Now
'
was
evidently
Mavis
's
motto
--
to
lose
no
moment
,
but
to
work
,
to
pray
,
to
love
,
to
hope
,
to
thank
God
and
be
glad
for
life
,
all
in
the
'
Now
'
--
and
neither
to
regret
the
past
nor
forebode
the
future
,
but
simply
do
the
best
that
could
be
done
,
and
leave
all
else
in
child-like
confidence
to
the
Divine
Will
.
I
got
up
restlessly
--
the
sight
of
the
crucifix
curiously
annoyed
me
;
--
and
I
followed
the
path
my
wife
and
Mavis
had
taken
through
the
garden
.
I
found
them
looking
in
at
the
cage
of
the
'
Athenæum
'
owls
--
the
owl-in-chief
being
as
usual
puffed
out
with
his
own
importance
,
and
swelling
visibly
with
indignation
and
excess
of
feather
.
Sibyl
turned
as
she
saw
me
--
her
face
was
bright
and
smiling
.
"
Miss
Clare
has
very
strong
opinions
of
her
own
,
Geoffrey
,
"
she
said
--
"
She
is
not
as
much
captivated
by
Prince
Rimânez
as
most
people
are
--
in
fact
,
she
has
just
confided
to
me
that
she
does
not
quite
like
him
.
"
Mavis
blushed
,
but
her
eyes
met
mine
with
fearless
candour
.
"
It
is
wrong
to
say
what
one
thinks
,
I
know
--
"
she
murmured
in
somewhat
troubled
accents
--
"
And
it
is
a
dreadful
fault
of
mine
.
Please
forgive
me
Mr
Tempest
!
You
tell
me
the
prince
is
your
greatest
friend
--
and
I
assure
you
I
was
immensely
impressed
by
his
appearance
when
I
first
saw
him
,
...
but
afterwards
,
...
after
I
had
studied
him
a
little
,
the
conviction
was
borne
in
upon
me
that
he
was
not
altogether
what
he
seemed
.
"
"
That
is
exactly
what
he
says
of
himself
,
"
--
I
answered
,
laughing
a
little
--
"
He
has
a
mystery
I
believe
--
and
he
has
promised
to
clear
it
up
for
me
some
day
.
But
I
'm
sorry
you
do
n't
like
him
,
Miss
Clare
--
for
he
likes
you
.
"
