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If
Henry
could
,
by
an
effort
of
will
,
have
transported
the
Countess
to
the
uttermost
ends
of
the
earth
,
he
would
have
made
the
effort
without
remorse
.
As
it
was
,
he
only
repeated
,
more
irritably
than
ever
,
’
Come
in
!
’
She
entered
the
room
slowly
with
her
everlasting
manuscript
in
her
hand
.
Her
step
was
unsteady
;
a
dark
flush
appeared
on
her
face
,
in
place
of
its
customary
pallor
;
her
eyes
were
bloodshot
and
widely
dilated
.
In
approaching
Henry
,
she
showed
a
strange
incapability
of
calculating
her
distances
—
she
struck
against
the
table
near
which
he
happened
to
be
sitting
.
When
she
spoke
,
her
articulation
was
confused
,
and
her
pronunciation
of
some
of
the
longer
words
was
hardly
intelligible
.
Most
men
would
have
suspected
her
of
being
under
the
influence
of
some
intoxicating
liquor
.
Henry
took
a
truer
view
—
he
said
,
as
he
placed
a
chair
for
her
,
’
Countess
,
I
am
afraid
you
have
been
working
too
hard
:
you
look
as
if
you
wanted
rest
.
’
She
put
her
hand
to
her
head
.
’
My
invention
has
gone
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
can
’
t
write
my
fourth
act
.
It
’
s
all
a
blank
—
all
a
blank
!
’
Henry
advised
her
to
wait
till
the
next
day
.
’
Go
to
bed
,
’
he
suggested
;
’
and
try
to
sleep
.
’
She
waved
her
hand
impatiently
.
’
I
must
finish
the
play
,
’
she
answered
.
’
I
only
want
a
hint
from
you
.
You
must
know
something
about
plays
.
Your
brother
has
got
a
theatre
.
You
must
often
have
heard
him
talk
about
fourth
and
fifth
acts
—
you
must
have
seen
rehearsals
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
’
She
abruptly
thrust
the
manuscript
into
Henry
’
s
hand
.
’
I
can
’
t
read
it
to
you
,
’
she
said
;
’
I
feel
giddy
when
I
look
at
my
own
writing
.
Just
run
your
eye
over
it
,
there
’
s
a
good
fellow
—
and
give
me
a
hint
.
’
Henry
glanced
at
the
manuscript
.
He
happened
to
look
at
the
list
of
the
persons
of
the
drama
.
As
he
read
the
list
he
started
and
turned
abruptly
to
the
Countess
,
intending
to
ask
her
for
some
explanation
.
The
words
were
suspended
on
his
lips
.
It
was
but
too
plainly
useless
to
speak
to
her
.
Her
head
lay
back
on
the
rail
of
the
chair
.
She
seemed
to
be
half
asleep
already
.
The
flush
on
her
face
had
deepened
:
she
looked
like
a
woman
who
was
in
danger
of
having
a
fit
.
He
rang
the
bell
,
and
directed
the
man
who
answered
it
to
send
one
of
the
chambermaids
upstairs
.
His
voice
seemed
to
partially
rouse
the
Countess
;
she
opened
her
eyes
in
a
slow
drowsy
way
.
’
Have
you
read
it
?
’
she
asked
.
It
was
necessary
as
a
mere
act
of
humanity
to
humour
her
.
’
I
will
read
it
willingly
,
’
said
Henry
,
’
if
you
will
go
upstairs
to
bed
.
You
shall
hear
what
I
think
of
it
to
-
morrow
morning
.
Our
heads
will
be
clearer
,
we
shall
be
better
able
to
make
the
fourth
act
in
the
morning
.
’
The
chambermaid
came
in
while
he
was
speaking
.
’
I
am
afraid
the
lady
is
ill
,
’
Henry
whispered
.
’
Take
her
up
to
her
room
.
’
The
woman
looked
at
the
Countess
and
whispered
back
,
’
Shall
we
send
for
a
doctor
,
sir
?
’
