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"
Will
you
sit
here
Geoffrey
?
"
he
suggested
--
"
I
want
to
have
a
moment
's
business
chat
with
Lord
Elton
.
"
Recovering
my
self-possession
a
little
,
I
hastened
to
take
the
chance
he
thus
generously
gave
me
to
ingratiate
myself
in
the
young
lady
's
favour
,
and
my
heart
gave
a
foolish
bound
of
joy
because
she
smiled
encouragingly
as
I
approached
her
.
"
You
are
a
great
friend
of
Prince
Rimânez
?
"
she
asked
softly
,
as
I
sat
down
.
"
Yes
,
we
are
very
intimate
,
"
I
replied
--
"
He
is
a
delightful
companion
.
"
"
So
I
should
imagine
!
"
and
she
looked
over
at
him
where
he
sat
next
to
her
father
talking
earnestly
in
low
tones
--
"
He
is
singularly
handsome
.
"
I
made
no
reply
.
Of
course
Lucio
's
extraordinary
personal
attractiveness
was
undeniable
--
but
I
rather
grudged
her
praise
bestowed
on
him
just
then
.
Her
remarks
seemed
to
me
as
tactless
as
when
a
man
with
one
pretty
woman
beside
him
loudly
admires
another
in
her
hearing
.
I
did
not
myself
assume
to
be
actually
handsome
,
but
I
knew
I
was
better
looking
than
the
ordinary
run
of
men
.
So
out
of
sudden
pique
I
remained
silent
,
and
presently
the
curtain
rose
and
the
play
was
resumed
.
A
very
questionable
scene
was
enacted
,
the
'
woman
with
the
past
'
being
well
to
the
front
of
it
.
I
felt
disgusted
at
the
performance
and
looked
at
my
companions
to
see
if
they
too
were
similarly
moved
.
There
was
no
sign
of
disapproval
on
Lady
Sibyl
's
fair
countenance
--
her
father
was
bending
forward
eagerly
,
apparently
gloating
over
every
detail
--
Rimânez
wore
that
inscrutable
expression
of
his
in
which
no
feeling
whatever
could
be
discerned
.
The
'
woman
with
the
past
'
went
on
with
her
hysterical
sham-heroics
,
and
the
mealy-mouthed
fool
of
a
hero
declared
her
to
be
a
'
pure
angel
wronged
,
'
and
the
curtain
fell
amid
loud
applause
.
One
energetic
hiss
came
from
the
gallery
,
affecting
the
occupants
of
the
stalls
to
scandalized
amazement
.
"
England
has
progressed
!
"
said
Rimânez
in
soft
half-bantering
tones
--
"
Once
upon
a
time
this
play
would
have
been
hooted
off
the
stage
as
likely
to
corrupt
the
social
community
.
But
now
the
only
voice
of
protest
comes
from
the
'
lower
'
classes
.
"
"
Are
you
a
democrat
,
prince
?
"
inquired
Lady
Sibyl
,
waving
her
fan
indolently
to
and
fro
.
"
Not
I
!
I
always
insist
on
the
pride
and
supremacy
of
worth
--
I
do
not
mean
money
value
,
but
intellect
.
And
in
this
way
I
foresee
a
new
aristocracy
.
When
the
High
grows
corrupt
,
it
falls
and
becomes
the
Low
;
--
when
the
Low
educates
itself
and
aspires
,
it
becomes
the
High
.
This
is
simply
the
course
of
nature
.
"
