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The
door
opened
and
closed
--
he
was
gone
.
I
remained
alone
for
a
little
,
thinking
what
a
strange
disposition
was
his
--
what
a
curious
mixture
of
philosophy
,
worldliness
,
sentiment
and
satire
seemed
to
run
like
the
veins
of
a
leaf
through
the
variable
temperament
of
this
brilliant
,
semi-mysterious
personage
who
had
by
mere
chance
become
my
greatest
friend
.
We
had
now
been
more
or
less
together
for
nearly
a
month
,
and
I
was
no
closer
to
the
secret
of
his
actual
nature
than
I
had
been
at
first
.
Yet
I
admired
him
more
than
ever
--
without
his
society
I
felt
life
would
be
deprived
of
half
its
charm
.
For
though
,
attracted
as
human
moths
will
be
by
the
glare
of
my
glittering
millions
,
numbers
of
so-called
'
friends
'
now
surrounded
me
,
there
was
not
one
among
them
who
so
dominated
my
every
mood
and
with
whom
I
had
so
much
close
sympathy
as
this
man
--
this
masterful
,
half
cruel
,
half
kind
companion
of
my
days
,
who
at
times
seemed
to
accept
all
life
as
the
veriest
bagatelle
,
and
myself
as
a
part
of
the
trivial
game
.
No
man
,
I
think
,
ever
forgets
the
first
time
he
is
brought
face
to
face
with
perfect
beauty
in
woman
.
He
may
have
caught
fleeting
glimpses
of
loveliness
on
many
fair
faces
often
--
bright
eyes
may
have
flashed
on
him
like
star-beams
--
the
hues
of
a
dazzling
complexion
may
now
and
then
have
charmed
him
,
or
the
seductive
outlines
of
a
graceful
figure
;
--
all
these
are
as
mere
peeps
into
the
infinite
.
But
when
such
vague
and
passing
impressions
are
suddenly
drawn
together
in
one
focus
--
when
all
his
dreamy
fancies
of
form
and
colour
take
visible
and
complete
manifestation
in
one
living
creature
who
looks
down
upon
him
as
it
were
from
an
empyrean
of
untouched
maiden
pride
and
purity
,
it
is
more
to
his
honour
than
his
shame
,
if
his
senses
swoon
at
the
ravishing
vision
,
and
he
,
despite
his
rough
masculinity
and
brute
strength
,
becomes
nothing
but
the
merest
slave
to
passion
.
In
this
way
was
I
overwhelmed
and
conquered
without
any
chance
of
deliverance
when
Sibyl
Elton
's
violet
eyes
,
lifted
slowly
from
the
shadow
of
their
dark
lashes
,
rested
upon
me
with
that
indefinable
expression
of
mingled
interest
and
indifference
which
is
supposed
to
indicate
high
breeding
,
but
which
more
frequently
intimidates
and
repulses
the
frank
and
sensitive
soul
.
The
Lady
Sibyl
's
glance
repelled
,
but
I
was
none
the
less
attracted
.
Rimânez
and
I
had
entered
the
Earl
of
Elton
's
box
at
the
Haymarket
between
the
first
and
second
acts
of
the
play
,
and
the
Earl
himself
,
an
unimpressive
,
bald-headed
,
red-faced
old
gentleman
,
with
fuzzy
white
whiskers
,
had
risen
to
welcome
us
,
seizing
the
prince
's
hand
and
shaking
it
with
particular
effusiveness
.
(
I
learned
afterwards
that
Lucio
had
lent
him
a
thousand
pounds
on
easy
terms
,
a
fact
which
partly
accounted
for
the
friendly
fervour
of
his
greeting
.
)
His
daughter
had
not
moved
;
but
a
minute
or
two
later
when
he
addressed
her
somewhat
sharply
,
saying
"
Sibyl
!
Prince
Rimânez
and
his
friend
,
Mr
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
"
she
turned
her
head
and
honoured
us
both
with
the
chill
glance
I
have
endeavoured
to
describe
,
and
the
very
faintest
possible
bow
as
an
acknowledgment
of
our
presence
.
Her
exquisite
beauty
smote
me
dumb
and
foolish
--
I
could
find
nothing
to
say
,
and
stood
silent
and
confused
,
with
a
strange
sensation
of
bewilderment
upon
me
.
The
old
Earl
made
some
remark
about
the
play
,
which
I
scarcely
heard
though
I
answered
vaguely
and
at
hap-hazard
--
the
orchestra
was
playing
abominably
as
is
usual
in
theatres
,
and
its
brazen
din
sounded
like
the
noise
of
the
sea
in
my
ears
--
I
had
not
much
real
consciousness
of
anything
save
the
wondrous
loveliness
of
the
girl
who
faced
me
,
clad
in
pure
white
,
with
a
few
diamonds
shining
about
her
like
stray
dewdrops
on
a
rose
.
Lucio
spoke
to
her
,
and
I
listened
.
"
At
last
,
Lady
Sibyl
,
"
he
said
,
bending
towards
her
deferentially
.
"
At
last
I
have
the
honour
of
meeting
you
.
I
have
seen
you
often
,
as
one
sees
a
star
--
at
a
distance
.
"
She
smiled
--
a
smile
so
slight
and
cold
that
it
scarcely
lifted
the
corners
of
her
lovely
lips
.
"
I
do
not
think
I
have
ever
seen
you
,
"
she
replied
.
"
And
yet
there
is
something
oddly
familiar
in
your
face
.
I
have
heard
my
father
speak
of
you
constantly
--
I
need
scarcely
say
his
friends
are
always
mine
.
"
He
bowed
.
"
To
merely
speak
to
Lady
Sibyl
Elton
is
counted
sufficient
to
make
the
man
so
privileged
happy
,
"
he
said
.
"
To
be
her
friend
is
to
discover
the
lost
paradise
.
"
She
flushed
--
then
grew
suddenly
very
pale
,
and
shivering
,
she
drew
her
cloak
towards
her
.
Rimânez
wrapped
its
perfumed
silken
folds
carefully
round
her
beautiful
shoulders
--
how
I
grudged
him
the
dainty
task
!
He
then
turned
to
me
,
and
placed
a
chair
just
behind
hers
.
