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"
Grand
Hotel
,
"
I
responded
,
inwardly
amused
at
his
puzzled
and
anxious
expression
--
I
knew
he
was
already
mentally
calculating
how
much
he
could
make
out
of
me
in
the
pursuit
of
my
literary
whim
--
"
Come
there
,
and
lunch
or
dine
with
me
to-morrow
if
you
like
--
only
send
me
a
word
beforehand
.
Remember
,
I
give
you
just
a
day
's
grace
to
decide
--
it
must
be
yes
or
no
,
in
twenty-four
hours
!
"
And
with
this
I
left
him
,
staring
vaguely
after
me
like
a
man
who
has
seen
some
nameless
wonder
drop
out
of
the
sky
at
his
feet
.
I
went
on
,
laughing
to
myself
inaudibly
,
till
I
saw
one
or
two
passers-by
looking
at
me
so
surprisedly
that
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
I
must
put
a
disguise
on
my
thoughts
if
I
would
not
be
taken
for
a
madman
.
I
walked
briskly
,
and
presently
my
excitement
cooled
down
.
I
resumed
the
normal
condition
of
the
phlegmatic
Englishman
who
considers
it
the
height
of
bad
form
to
display
any
personal
emotion
whatever
,
and
I
occupied
the
rest
of
the
morning
in
purchasing
some
ready-made
apparel
which
by
unusual
good
luck
happened
to
fit
me
,
and
also
in
giving
an
extensive
,
not
to
say
extravagant
order
to
a
fashionable
tailor
in
Sackville
Street
who
promised
me
everything
with
punctuality
and
despatch
.
I
next
sent
off
the
rent
I
owed
to
the
landlady
of
my
former
lodgings
,
adding
five
pounds
extra
by
way
of
recognition
of
the
poor
woman
's
long
patience
in
giving
me
credit
,
and
general
kindness
towards
me
during
my
stay
in
her
dismal
house
--
and
this
done
I
returned
to
the
Grand
in
high
spirits
,
looking
and
feeling
very
much
the
better
for
my
ready-made
outfit
.
A
waiter
met
me
in
the
corridor
and
with
the
most
obsequious
deference
,
informed
me
that
'
his
excellency
the
prince
'
was
waiting
luncheon
for
me
in
his
own
apartments
.
Thither
I
repaired
at
once
,
and
found
my
new
friend
alone
in
his
sumptuous
drawing-room
,
standing
near
the
full
light
of
the
largest
window
and
holding
in
his
hand
an
oblong
crystal
case
through
which
he
was
looking
with
an
almost
affectionate
solicitude
.
"
Ah
,
Geoffrey
!
Here
you
are
!
"
he
exclaimed
--
"
I
imagined
you
would
get
through
your
business
by
lunch
time
,
so
I
waited
.
"
"
Very
good
of
you
!
"
I
said
,
pleased
at
the
friendly
familiarity
he
displayed
in
thus
calling
me
by
my
Christian
name
--
"
What
have
you
got
there
?
"
"
A
pet
of
mine
,
"
--
he
answered
,
smiling
slightly
--
"
Did
you
ever
see
anything
like
it
before
?
"
I
approached
and
examined
the
box
he
held
.
It
was
perforated
with
finely
drilled
holes
for
the
admission
of
air
,
and
within
it
lay
a
brilliant
winged
insect
coloured
with
all
the
tints
and
half-tints
of
the
rainbow
.
"
Is
it
alive
?
"
I
asked
.
"
It
is
alive
,
and
has
a
sufficient
share
of
intelligence
,
"
--
replied
Rimânez
.
"
I
feed
it
and
it
knows
me
--
that
is
the
utmost
you
can
say
of
the
most
civilized
human
beings
;
they
know
what
feeds
them
.
It
is
quite
tame
and
friendly
as
you
perceive
,
"
--
and
opening
the
case
he
gently
advanced
his
forefinger
.
The
glittering
beetle
's
body
palpitated
with
the
hues
of
an
opal
;
its
radiant
wings
expanded
,
and
it
rose
at
once
to
its
protector
's
hand
and
clung
there
.
He
lifted
it
out
and
held
it
aloft
,
then
shaking
it
to
and
fro
lightly
,
he
exclaimed
--
"
Off
,
Sprite
!
Fly
,
and
return
to
me
!
"
