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"
Oh
,
why
?
"
and
Rimânez
looked
about
with
quite
a
cheerful
air
--
"
A
final
glimpse
of
the
planet
ere
we
ascend
or
descend
to
our
future
homes
elsewhere
,
would
be
something
to
remember
!
Madame
"
--
here
he
addressed
Lady
Elton
;
"
are
you
fond
of
music
?
"
The
invalid
smiled
gratefully
,
and
bent
her
head
in
acquiescence
.
Miss
Chesney
had
just
entered
the
room
and
heard
the
question
.
"
Do
you
play
?
"
she
exclaimed
vivaciously
,
touching
him
on
the
arm
with
her
fan
.
He
bowed
.
"
I
do
.
In
an
erratic
sort
of
fashion
.
I
also
sing
.
Music
has
always
been
one
of
my
passions
.
When
I
was
very
young
--
ages
ago
--
I
used
to
imagine
I
could
hear
the
angel
Israfel
chanting
his
strophes
amid
the
golden
glow
of
heavenly
glory
--
himself
white-winged
and
wonderful
,
with
a
voice
out-ringing
beyond
the
verge
of
paradise
!
"
As
he
spoke
,
a
sudden
silence
fell
upon
us
all
.
Something
in
his
accent
touched
my
heart
to
a
strange
sense
of
sorrow
and
yearning
,
and
the
Countess
of
Elton
's
dark
eyes
,
languid
with
long
suffering
,
grew
soft
as
though
with
repressed
tears
.
"
Sometimes
,
"
he
continued
more
lightly
--
"
just
at
odd
moments
--
I
like
to
believe
in
Paradise
.
It
is
a
relief
,
even
to
a
hardened
sinner
like
myself
,
to
fancy
that
there
may
exist
something
in
the
way
of
a
world
better
than
this
one
.
"
"
Surely
sir
,
"
said
Miss
Charlotte
Fitzroy
severely
--
"
you
believe
in
Heaven
?
"
He
looked
at
her
and
smiled
slightly
.
"
Madame
,
forgive
me
!
I
do
not
believe
in
the
clerical
heaven
.
I
know
you
will
be
angry
with
me
for
this
frank
confession
!
But
I
can
not
picture
the
angels
in
white
smocks
with
goose
wings
,
or
the
Deity
as
a
somewhat
excitable
personage
with
a
beard
.
Personally
I
should
decline
to
go
to
any
heaven
which
was
only
a
city
with
golden
streets
;
and
I
should
object
to
a
sea
of
glass
,
resenting
it
as
a
want
of
invention
on
the
part
of
the
creative
Intelligence
.
But
--
--
do
not
frown
,
dear
Miss
Fitzroy
!
--
I
do
believe
in
Heaven
all
the
same
--
a
different
kind
of
heaven
--
I
often
see
it
in
my
dreams
!
"
