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On
returning
to
the
drawing-room
after
dinner
I
was
struck
by
the
chill
weirdness
that
seemed
to
be
imparted
to
it
by
the
addition
of
Lady
Elton
's
couch
,
which
,
placed
near
the
fire
,
suggested
a
black
sarcophagus
in
bulk
and
outline
.
It
was
practically
a
narrow
bed
on
wheels
,
though
partially
disguised
by
a
silk
coverlet
draped
skilfully
so
as
to
somewhat
hide
its
coffin-like
shape
.
The
extended
figure
of
the
paralysed
Countess
herself
presented
a
death-like
rigidity
;
but
her
face
as
she
turned
it
towards
us
on
our
entrance
,
was
undisfigured
as
yet
and
distinctly
handsome
,
her
eyes
especially
being
large
,
clear
,
and
almost
brilliant
.
Her
daughter
introduced
us
both
in
a
low
tone
,
and
she
moved
her
head
slightly
by
way
of
acknowledgment
,
studying
us
curiously
the
while
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
"
--
said
Lord
Elton
briskly
,
"
This
is
an
unexpected
pleasure
!
It
is
nearly
three
months
since
you
honoured
us
with
your
company
.
How
do
you
feel
?
"
"
Better
,
"
she
replied
slowly
,
yet
distinctly
,
her
gaze
now
fixed
with
wondering
intentness
on
Prince
Rimânez
.
"
Mother
found
the
room
rather
cold
"
--
explained
Lady
Sibyl
--
"
So
we
brought
her
as
near
to
the
fire
as
possible
.
It
is
cold
"
--
and
she
shivered
--
"
I
fancy
it
must
be
freezing
hard
.
"
"
Where
is
Diana
?
"
asked
the
Earl
,
looking
about
in
search
of
that
lively
young
lady
.
"
Miss
Chesney
has
gone
to
her
own
room
to
write
a
letter
;
"
replied
his
daughter
somewhat
frigidly
--
"
She
will
be
back
directly
.
"
At
this
moment
Lady
Elton
feebly
raised
her
hand
and
pointed
to
Lucio
,
who
had
moved
aside
to
answer
some
question
asked
of
him
by
Miss
Charlotte
.
"
Who
is
that
?
"
she
murmured
.
"
Why
,
mother
dear
,
I
told
you
"
--
said
Lady
Sibyl
gently
--
"
That
is
Prince
Lucio
Rimânez
,
Papa
's
great
friend
.
"
The
Countess
's
pallid
hand
still
remained
lifted
,
as
though
it
were
frozen
in
air
.
