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Chapter 23

           "Welcomebacktoyouroldhome,mySibyl!"Isaidtoherinalowvoicetenderly,atwhichwordsshepaused,lookingupattheredgablesofthehousewithsuchwistfulaffectionasfilledhereyeswithsomethingliketears.Sheleftherhandinmine,andallowedmetoleadhertowardsthesilken-draped,flower-deckedporch,whereLuciowaited,smiling—andassheadvanced,twotinypagesinpurewhiteandsilverglidedsuddenlyoutofsomeunseenhiding-place,andemptiedtwobasketsofpinkandwhiterose-leavesatherfeet,thusstrewingafragrantpathwayforherintothehouse.Theyvanishedascompletelyandswiftlyastheyhadappeared—someoftheguestsutteredmurmursofadmiration,whileSibylgazedabouther,blushingwithsurpriseandpleasure.

           "Howcharmingofyou,Geoffrey!"shesaid,"Whatapoetyouaretodevisesoprettyagreeting!"

           "IwishIdeservedyourpraise!"Ianswered,smilingather—"ButthepoetinquestionisPrinceRimânez—heisthemasterandrulerofto-day’srevels."

           Againtherichcolourflushedhercheeks,andshegaveLucioherhand.Hebowedoveritincourtlyfashion—butdidnotkissitashehadkissedthehandofMavisClare.Wepassedintothehouse,throughthedrawing-room,andoutagainintothegardens,LordEltonbeingloudinhispraiseoftheartisticmannerinwhichhisformerdwellinghadbeenimprovedandembellished.Soonthelawnwassprinkledwithgailyattiredgroupsofpeople—andmydutiesashostbeganinhardearnest.

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