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"
What
is
he
?
"
the
slow
voice
again
inquired
--
and
then
the
hand
dropped
suddenly
like
a
dead
thing
.
"
Now
Helena
,
you
must
not
excite
yourself
"
--
said
her
husband
,
bending
over
her
couch
with
real
or
assumed
anxiety
;
"
Surely
you
remember
all
I
have
told
you
about
the
prince
?
And
also
about
this
gentleman
,
Mr
Geoffrey
Tempest
?
"
She
nodded
,
and
her
eyes
,
turning
reluctantly
away
from
Rimânez
,
regarded
me
fixedly
.
"
You
are
a
very
young
man
to
be
a
millionaire
,
"
--
were
her
next
words
,
uttered
with
evident
difficulty
--
"
Are
you
married
?
"
I
smiled
,
and
answered
in
the
negative
.
Her
looks
wandered
from
me
to
her
daughter
's
face
--
then
back
to
me
again
with
a
singularly
intent
expression
.
Finally
,
the
potent
magnetism
of
Lucio
's
presence
again
attracted
her
,
and
she
indicated
him
by
a
gesture
.
"
Ask
your
friend
...
to
come
here
...
and
speak
to
me
.
"
Rimânez
turned
instinctively
at
her
request
,
and
with
his
own
peculiar
charm
and
gallant
grace
of
bearing
,
came
to
the
side
of
the
paralysed
lady
,
and
taking
her
hand
,
kissed
it
.
"
Your
face
seems
familiar
to
me
,
"
--
she
said
,
speaking
now
,
as
it
seemed
,
with
greater
ease
--
"
Have
I
ever
met
you
before
?
"
"
Dear
lady
,
you
may
have
done
so
"
--
he
replied
in
dulcet
tones
and
with
a
most
captivating
gentleness
of
manner
--
"
It
occurs
to
me
,
now
I
think
of
it
,
that
years
ago
,
I
saw
once
,
as
a
passing
vision
of
loveliness
,
in
the
hey-day
of
youth
and
happiness
,
Helena
Fitzroy
,
before
she
was
Countess
of
Elton
.
"
"
You
must
have
been
a
mere
boy
--
a
child
--
at
that
time
!
"
she
murmured
faintly
smiling
.
