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"
Most
intimately
!
"
replied
Lucio
with
fervour
--
"
and
I
assure
you
I
am
thankful
to
have
the
privilege
of
knowing
him
.
A
truly
perfect
man
!
--
almost
a
saint
--
if
not
quite
!
"
"
So
pure-minded
!
"
sighed
the
spinster
.
"
So
free
from
every
taint
of
hypocrisy
!
"
murmured
Lucio
with
intense
gravity
.
"
Ah
yes
!
Yes
indeed
!
And
so
--
--
"
Here
they
passed
into
the
dining-room
and
I
could
hear
no
more
.
I
followed
with
my
beautiful
partner
,
and
in
another
minute
we
were
all
seated
at
table
.
The
dinner
went
on
in
the
fashion
of
most
dinners
at
great
houses
--
commencing
with
arctic
stiffness
and
formality
,
thawing
slightly
towards
the
middle
course
,
and
attaining
to
just
a
pleasant
warmth
of
mutual
understanding
when
ices
and
dessert
gave
warning
of
its
approaching
close
.
Conversation
at
first
flagged
unaccountably
,
but
afterwards
brightened
under
Lucio
's
influence
to
a
certain
gaiety
.
I
did
my
best
to
entertain
Lady
Sibyl
,
but
found
her
like
most
'
society
'
beauties
,
somewhat
of
a
vague
listener
.
She
was
certainly
cold
,
and
in
a
manner
irresponsive
--
moreover
I
soon
decided
that
she
was
not
particularly
clever
.
She
had
not
the
art
of
sustaining
or
appearing
to
sustain
interest
in
any
one
subject
;
on
the
contrary
,
she
had
,
like
many
of
her
class
,
an
irritating
habit
of
mentally
drifting
away
from
you
into
an
absorbed
reverie
of
her
own
in
which
you
had
no
part
,
and
which
plainly
showed
you
how
little
she
cared
for
anything
you
or
anyone
else
happened
to
be
saying
.
Many
little
random
remarks
of
hers
however
implied
that
in
her
apparently
sweet
nature
there
lurked
a
vein
of
cynicism
and
a
certain
contempt
for
men
,
and
more
than
once
her
light
words
stung
my
sense
of
self-love
almost
to
resentment
,
while
they
strengthened
the
force
of
my
resolve
to
win
her
and
bend
that
proud
spirit
of
hers
to
the
meekness
befitting
the
wife
of
a
millionaire
and
--
a
genius
.
A
genius
?
Yes
--
God
help
me
!
--
that
is
what
I
judged
myself
to
be
.
My
arrogance
was
two-fold
--
it
arose
not
only
from
what
I
imagined
to
be
my
quality
of
brain
,
but
also
from
the
knowledge
of
what
my
wealth
could
do
.
I
was
perfectly
positive
that
I
could
buy
Fame
--
buy
it
as
easily
as
one
buys
a
flower
in
the
market
--
and
I
was
more
than
positive
that
I
could
buy
love
.
In
order
to
commence
proving
the
truth
of
this
,
I
threw
out
a
'
feeler
'
towards
my
object
.
"
I
believe
,
"
I
said
suddenly
,
addressing
the
Earl
--
"
you
used
to
live
in
Warwickshire
at
Willowsmere
Court
did
you
not
?
"
Lord
Elton
flushed
an
apoplectic
red
,
and
swallowed
a
gulp
of
champagne
hastily
.
"
Yes-er-yes
.
I
--
er
had
the
place
for
some
time
--
rather
a
bore
to
keep
up
--
wants
quite
an
army
of
servants
.
"
