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"
Very
few
people
have
any
real
friends
,
"
--
said
Lord
Elton
presently
.
"
And
in
that
respect
I
suppose
we
're
none
of
us
worse
off
than
Socrates
,
who
used
to
keep
two
chairs
only
in
his
house
'
one
for
myself
,
and
another
for
a
friend
--
when
I
find
him
!
'
But
you
are
a
universal
favourite
Lucio
--
a
most
popular
fellow
--
and
I
think
you
're
rather
hard
on
your
set
.
People
must
look
after
themselves
you
know
--
eh
?
"
Lucio
bowed
his
head
gravely
.
"
They
must
indeed
,
"
he
replied
--
"
Especially
as
the
latest
news
of
science
is
that
God
has
given
up
the
business
.
"
Miss
Fitzroy
looked
displeased
--
but
the
Earl
laughed
uproariously
.
At
that
moment
a
step
was
heard
outside
,
approaching
the
open
doorway
of
the
drawing-room
,
and
Miss
Chesney
's
quick
ears
caught
the
sound
.
She
shook
herself
out
of
her
reclining
attitude
instantly
and
sat
erect
.
"
It
's
Sibyl
!
"
she
said
with
a
half-laughing
half-apologetic
flash
of
her
brown
eyes
at
us
all
--
"
I
never
can
loll
before
Sibyl
!
"
My
heart
beat
fast
as
the
woman
whom
poets
might
have
called
the
goddess
of
their
dreams
,
but
whom
I
was
now
disposed
to
consider
as
an
object
of
beauty
lawfully
open
to
my
purchase
,
entered
,
clad
in
simple
white
,
unrelieved
by
any
ornaments
save
a
golden
waistbelt
of
antique
workmanship
,
and
a
knot
of
violets
nestled
among
the
lace
at
her
bosom
.
She
looked
far
lovelier
than
when
I
had
first
seen
her
at
the
theatre
;
there
was
a
deeper
light
in
her
eyes
and
a
more
roseate
flush
on
her
cheeks
,
while
her
smile
as
she
greeted
us
was
positively
dazzling
.
Something
in
her
presence
,
her
movements
,
her
manner
,
sent
such
a
tide
of
passion
through
me
that
for
a
moment
my
brain
whirled
in
a
dizzy
maze
,
and
despite
the
cold
calculations
I
had
made
in
my
own
mind
as
to
the
certainty
I
had
of
winning
her
for
my
wife
,
there
was
a
wondrous
charm
of
delicate
dignity
and
unapproachableness
about
her
that
caused
me
for
the
moment
to
feel
ashamed
,
and
inclined
to
doubt
even
the
power
of
wealth
to
move
this
exquisite
lily
of
maidenhood
from
her
sequestered
peace
.
Ah
,
what
fools
men
are
!
How
little
do
we
dream
of
the
canker
at
the
hearts
of
these
women
'
lilies
'
that
look
so
pure
and
full
of
grace
!
"
You
are
late
,
Sibyl
,
"
said
her
aunt
severely
.
"
Am
I
?
"
she
responded
with
languid
indifference
--
"
So
sorry
!
Papa
,
are
you
an
extemporized
fire-screen
?
"
Lord
Elton
hastily
moved
to
one
side
,
rendered
suddenly
conscious
of
his
selfish
monopoly
of
the
blaze
.
