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Chapter 13

           "Well,mydear"—saidLordEltonbriskly,"Thisisanunexpectedpleasure!Itisnearlythreemonthssinceyouhonoureduswithyourcompany.Howdoyoufeel?"

           "Better,"sherepliedslowly,yetdistinctly,hergazenowfixedwithwonderingintentnessonPrinceRimânez.

           "Motherfoundtheroomrathercold"—explainedLadySibyl—"Sowebroughtherasneartothefireaspossible.Itiscold"—andsheshivered—"Ifancyitmustbefreezinghard."

           "WhereisDiana?"askedtheEarl,lookingaboutinsearchofthatlivelyyounglady.

           "MissChesneyhasgonetoherownroomtowritealetter;"repliedhisdaughtersomewhatfrigidly—"Shewillbebackdirectly."

           AtthismomentLadyEltonfeeblyraisedherhandandpointedtoLucio,whohadmovedasidetoanswersomequestionaskedofhimbyMissCharlotte.

           "Whoisthat?"shemurmured.

           "Why,motherdear,Itoldyou"—saidLadySibylgently—"ThatisPrinceLucioRimânez,Papa’sgreatfriend."

           TheCountess’spallidhandstillremainedlifted,asthoughitwerefrozeninair.

           "Whatishe?"theslowvoiceagaininquired—andthenthehanddroppedsuddenlylikeadeadthing.

           "NowHelena,youmustnotexciteyourself"—saidherhusband,bendingoverhercouchwithrealorassumedanxiety;"SurelyyourememberallIhavetoldyouabouttheprince?Andalsoaboutthisgentleman,MrGeoffreyTempest?"

           Shenodded,andhereyes,turningreluctantlyawayfromRimânez,regardedmefixedly.

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