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"
Yes
I
am
here
,
"
I
said
--
"
And
being
here
I
am
ashamed
to
give
you
such
a
welcome
as
this
.
You
are
Prince
Rimânez
of
course
;
--
I
have
just
read
your
note
which
prepared
me
for
your
visit
,
but
I
was
hoping
that
my
landlady
,
finding
the
room
in
darkness
,
would
conclude
I
was
out
,
and
show
you
downstairs
again
.
You
see
I
am
perfectly
frank
!
"
"
You
are
indeed
!
"
returned
the
stranger
,
his
deep
tones
still
vibrating
with
the
silvery
clang
of
veiled
satire
--
"
So
frank
that
I
can
not
fail
to
understand
you
.
Briefly
,
and
without
courtesy
,
you
resent
my
visit
this
evening
and
wish
I
had
not
come
!
"
This
open
declaration
of
my
mood
sounded
so
brusque
that
I
made
haste
to
deny
it
,
though
I
knew
it
to
be
true
.
Truth
,
even
in
trifles
,
always
seems
unpleasant
!
"
Pray
do
not
think
me
so
churlish
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
The
fact
is
,
I
only
opened
your
letter
a
few
minutes
ago
,
and
before
I
could
make
any
arrangements
to
receive
you
,
the
lamp
went
out
,
with
the
awkward
result
that
I
am
forced
to
greet
you
in
this
unsociable
darkness
,
which
is
almost
too
dense
to
shake
hands
in
.
"
"
Shall
we
try
?
"
my
visitor
enquired
,
with
a
sudden
softening
of
accent
that
gave
his
words
a
singular
charm
;
"
Here
is
my
hand
--
if
yours
has
any
friendly
instinct
in
it
the
twain
will
meet
--
quite
blindly
and
without
guidance
!
"
I
at
once
extended
my
hand
,
and
it
was
instantly
clasped
in
a
warm
and
somewhat
masterful
manner
.
At
that
moment
a
light
flashed
on
the
scene
--
my
landlady
entered
,
bearing
what
she
called
'
her
best
lamp
'
alit
,
and
set
it
on
the
table
.
I
believe
she
uttered
some
exclamation
of
surprise
at
seeing
me
--
she
may
have
said
anything
or
nothing
--
I
did
not
hear
or
heed
,
so
entirely
was
I
amazed
and
fascinated
by
the
appearance
of
the
man
whose
long
slender
hand
still
held
mine
.
I
am
myself
an
average
good
height
,
but
he
was
fully
half
a
head
taller
than
I
,
if
not
more
than
that
--
and
as
I
looked
straightly
at
him
,
I
thought
I
had
never
seen
so
much
beauty
and
intellectuality
combined
in
the
outward
personality
of
any
human
being
.
The
finely
shaped
head
denoted
both
power
and
wisdom
,
and
was
nobly
poised
on
such
shoulders
as
might
have
befitted
a
Hercules
--
the
countenance
was
a
pure
oval
,
and
singularly
pale
,
this
complexion
intensifying
the
almost
fiery
brilliancy
of
the
full
dark
eyes
,
which
had
in
them
a
curious
and
wonderfully
attractive
look
of
mingled
mirth
and
misery
.
The
mouth
was
perhaps
the
most
telling
feature
in
this
remarkable
face
--
set
in
the
perfect
curve
of
beauty
,
it
was
yet
firm
,
determined
,
and
not
too
small
,
thus
escaping
effeminacy
--
and
I
noted
that
in
repose
it
expressed
bitterness
,
disdain
and
even
cruelty
.
But
with
the
light
of
a
smile
upon
it
,
it
signified
,
or
seemed
to
signify
,
something
more
subtle
than
any
passion
to
which
we
can
give
a
name
,
and
already
with
the
rapidity
of
a
lightning
flash
,
I
caught
myself
wondering
what
that
mystic
undeclared
something
might
be
.
At
a
glance
I
comprehended
these
primary
details
of
my
new
acquaintance
's
eminently
prepossessing
appearance
,
and
when
my
hand
dropped
from
his
close
grasp
I
felt
as
if
I
had
known
him
all
my
life
!
And
now
face
to
face
with
him
in
the
bright
lamp-light
,
I
remembered
my
actual
surroundings
--
the
bare
cold
room
,
the
lack
of
fire
,
the
black
soot
that
sprinkled
the
nearly
carpetless
floor
--
my
own
shabby
clothes
and
deplorable
aspect
,
as
compared
with
this
regal-looking
individual
,
who
carried
the
visible
evidence
of
wealth
upon
him
in
the
superb
Russian
sables
that
lined
and
bordered
his
long
overcoat
which
he
now
partially
unfastened
and
threw
open
with
a
carelessly
imperial
air
,
the
while
he
regarded
me
,
smiling
.
"
I
know
I
have
come
at
an
awkward
moment
,
"
he
said
--
"
I
always
do
!
It
is
my
peculiar
misfortune
.
Well-bred
people
never
intrude
where
they
are
not
wanted
--
and
in
this
particular
I
'm
afraid
my
manners
leave
much
to
be
desired
.
Try
to
forgive
me
if
you
can
,
for
the
sake
of
this
,
"
--
and
he
held
out
a
letter
addressed
to
me
in
my
friend
Carrington
's
familiar
handwriting
.
"
And
permit
me
to
sit
down
while
you
read
my
credentials
.
"
He
took
a
chair
and
seated
himself
.
I
observed
his
handsome
face
and
easy
attitude
with
renewed
admiration
.
