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Chapter 4

           Iwasalittlestartledandconfused—theprincestoodstill,quiteunconcerned,hiseyesshininglikethoseofacatinthedarkness.

           "Whatastorm!"heremarkedlightly—"Suchthunderinwinterisratherunusual.Amiel!"

           Thevaletentered,hissinistercountenanceresemblingawhitemaskmadevisibleinthegloom.

           "Theselampshavegoneout,"—saidhismaster—"It’sveryoddthatcivilizedhumanityhasnotyetlearnedthecompletemanagementoftheelectriclight.Canyouputtheminorder,Amiel?""Yes,yourexcellency."Andinafewmoments,bysomedexterousmanipulationwhichIdidnotunderstandandcouldnotsee,thecrystal-casedjetsshoneforthagainwithrenewedbrilliancy.Anotherpealofthundercrashedoverhead,followedbyadownpourofrain.

           "ReallyremarkableweatherforJanuary,"—saidRimânez,againgivingmehishand—"Good-nightmyfriend!Sleepwell."

           "Iftheangeroftheelementswillpermit!"Ireturned,smiling.

           "Oh,nevermindtheelements.Manhasnearlymasteredthemorsoonwilldoso,nowthatheisgettinggraduallyconvincedthereisnoDeitytointerfereinhisbusiness.Amiel,showMrTempesttohisroom."

           Amielobeyed,andcrossingthecorridor,usheredmeintoalarge,luxuriousapartment,richlyfurnished,andlitupbytheblazeofabrightfire.ThecomfortingwarmthshonewelcomeuponmeasIentered,andIwhohadnotexperiencedsuchpersonalluxurysincemyboyhood’sdays,feltmorethaneveroverpoweredbythejubilantsenseofmysuddenextraordinarygoodfortune.

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