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"
Did
I
?
"
and
he
regarded
her
steadily
,
with
the
same
languorous
admiration
in
his
eyes
--
"
But
,
my
dear
Lady
Sibyl
,
time
alters
our
ideas
,
and
I
am
not
sure
whether
you
and
your
excellent
husband
are
of
the
same
opinion
as
you
were
when
you
started
on
your
wedding-tour
.
You
may
not
want
me
now
!
"
He
said
this
with
a
significance
to
which
I
paid
no
heed
whatever
.
"
Not
want
you
!
"
I
exclaimed
--
"
I
shall
always
want
you
Lucio
--
you
are
the
best
friend
I
ever
had
,
and
the
only
one
I
care
to
keep
.
Believe
me
!
--
there
's
my
hand
upon
it
!
"
He
looked
at
me
curiously
for
a
minute
--
then
turned
his
head
towards
my
wife
.
"
And
what
does
Lady
Sibyl
say
?
"
he
asked
in
a
gentle
,
almost
caressing
tone
.
"
Lady
Sibyl
says
,
"
she
answered
with
a
smile
,
and
the
colour
coming
and
going
in
her
cheeks
--
"
that
she
will
be
proud
and
glad
if
you
will
consider
Willowsmere
your
home
as
long
as
you
have
leisure
to
make
it
so
--
and
that
she
hopes
--
though
you
are
reputed
to
be
a
hater
of
women
--
"
here
she
raised
her
beautiful
eyes
and
fixed
them
full
upon
him
--
"
you
will
relent
a
little
in
favour
of
your
present
châtelaine
!
"
With
these
words
,
and
a
playful
salutation
,
she
passed
out
of
the
room
into
the
garden
,
and
stood
on
the
lawn
at
a
little
distance
from
us
,
her
white
robes
shimmering
in
the
mellow
autumnal
twilight
--
and
Lucio
,
springing
up
from
his
seat
,
looked
after
her
,
clapping
his
hand
down
heavily
on
my
shoulder
"
By
Heaven
!
"
he
said
softly
,
"
A
perfect
woman
!
I
should
be
a
churl
to
withstand
her
--
or
you
,
my
good
Geoffrey
,
"
--
and
he
regarded
me
earnestly
--
"
I
have
led
a
very
devil
of
a
life
since
I
saw
you
last
--
it
's
time
I
reformed
--
upon
my
soul
it
is
!
The
peaceful
contemplation
of
virtuous
marriage
will
do
me
good
!
--
send
for
my
luggage
to
the
station
,
Geoffrey
,
and
make
the
best
of
me
--
I
've
come
to
stay
!
"
A
tranquil
time
now
ensued
;
a
time
which
,
though
I
knew
it
not
,
was
just
that
singular
pause
so
frequently
observed
in
nature
before
a
storm
,
and
in
human
life
before
a
crushing
calamity
.
I
put
aside
all
troublesome
and
harassing
thoughts
,
and
became
oblivious
of
everything
save
my
own
personal
satisfaction
in
the
renewal
of
the
comradeship
between
myself
and
Lucio
.
We
walked
together
,
rode
together
,
and
passed
most
of
our
days
in
each
other
's
company
--
nevertheless
though
I
gave
my
friend
much
of
my
closest
confidence
I
never
spoke
to
him
of
the
moral
obliquities
and
perversions
I
had
discovered
in
Sibyl
's
character
--
not
out
of
any
consideration
for
Sibyl
,
but
simply
because
I
knew
by
instinct
what
his
reply
would
be
.
He
would
have
no
sympathy
with
my
feelings
.
His
keen
sense
of
sarcasm
would
over-rule
his
friendship
,
and
he
would
retort
upon
me
with
the
question
--
What
business
had
I
,
being
imperfect
myself
,
to
expect
perfection
in
my
wife
?
Like
many
others
of
my
sex
I
had
the
notion
that
I
,
as
man
,
could
do
all
I
pleased
,
when
I
pleased
and
how
I
pleased
;
I
could
sink
to
a
level
lower
than
that
of
the
beasts
if
I
chose
--
but
all
the
same
I
had
the
right
to
demand
from
my
wife
the
most
flawless
purity
to
mate
with
my
defilement
.
I
was
aware
how
Lucio
would
treat
this
form
of
arrogant
egoism
--
and
with
what
mocking
laughter
he
would
receive
any
expression
of
ideas
from
me
on
the
subject
of
morality
in
woman
.
So
I
was
careful
to
let
no
hint
of
my
actual
position
escape
me
--
and
I
comported
myself
on
all
occasions
to
Sibyl
with
special
tenderness
and
consideration
,
though
she
,
I
thought
,
appeared
rather
to
resent
my
playing
the
part
of
lover-husband
too
openly
.
She
was
herself
,
in
Lucio
's
presence
,
strangely
erratic
of
humour
,
by
turns
brilliant
and
mournful
--
sometimes
merry
and
anon
depressed
:
yet
never
had
she
displayed
a
more
captivating
grace
and
charm
of
manner
.
How
foolish
and
blind
I
was
all
the
while
!
--
how
dead
to
any
perception
of
the
formation
and
sequence
of
events
!
Absorbed
in
gross
material
pleasures
,
I
ignored
all
the
hidden
forces
that
make
the
history
of
an
individual
life
no
less
than
of
a
whole
nation
,
and
looked
upon
each
day
that
dawned
almost
as
if
it
had
been
my
own
creation
and
possession
,
to
waste
as
I
thought
fit
--
never
considering
that
days
are
but
so
many
white
leaflets
from
God
's
chronicle
of
human
life
,
whereon
we
place
our
mark
,
good
or
bad
,
for
the
just
and
exact
summing-up
of
our
thoughts
and
deeds
here
after
.
