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Chapter 24

           Whatafacehehadatthatmoment!—whatasmile!

           "Thepartingcup,myfriends!"heexclaimed—"Toournextmerrymeeting!"

           Withplauditsandlaughtertheguestseagerlyandnoisilyresponded—andastheydrank,thepavilionwasfloodedbyadeepcrimsonilluminationasoffire.Everyfacelookedblood-red!—everyjeweloneverywomanflashedlikealivingflame!—foronebriefinstantonly—thenitwasgone,andtherefollowedageneralstampedeofthecompany—everybodyhurryingasfastastheycouldintothecarriagesthatwaitedinlonglinestotakethemtothestation,thelasttwo‘special’trainstoLondonbeingatonea.m.andonethirty.IbadeSibylandherfatherahurriedgood-night—DianaChesneywentinthesamecarriagewiththem,fullofecstaticthanksandpraisetomeforthesplendoursofthedaywhichshedescribedinherownfashionas"knowinghowtodoit—"andthenthedepartingcrowdofvehiclesbegantothunderdowntheavenue.AstheywentanarchoflightsuddenlyspannedWillowsmereCourtfromendtoendofitsredgables,blazingwithallthecoloursoftherainbow,inthemiddleofwhichappearedlettersofpaleblueandgold,formingwhatIhadhithertoconsideredasafunerealdevice,

           

           "Sictransitgloriamundi!Vale!"

           

           But,afterall,itwasasfairlyapplicabletotheephemeralsplendoursofafêteasitwastothemorelastingmarblesolemnityofasepulchre,andIthoughtlittleornothingaboutit.

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