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Chapter 4

           WhatmoredoyouwantofFateorFortune?Nothing—exceptfame!Andthatyouwillgeteasily,fornow-a-daysevenfameispurchasable—likelove.Yourstarisintheascendant—nomoreliterarydrudgeryforyoumyboy!—pleasureandprofitandeaseareyourstoenjoyfortherestofyourlife.Youarealuckydog!—atlastyouhaveyourday!"

           Iflungmyselfuponthesoftbed,andsettledmyselftosleep—andasIdozedoff,Istillheardtherumbleofheavythunderinthedistance.OnceIfanciedIheardtheprince’svoicecalling"Amiel!Amiel!"withawildnessresemblingtheshriekofanangrywind—andatanothermomentIstartedviolentlyfromaprofoundslumberundertheimpressionthatsomeonehadapproachedandwaslookingfixedlyatme.Isatupinbed,peeringintothedarkness,forthefirehadgoneout;—thenIturnedonasmallelectricnight-lampatmysidewhichfullyilluminedtheroom—therewasnoonethere.YetmyimaginationplayedmesuchtricksbeforeIcouldrestagainthatIthoughtIheardahissingwhispernearmethatsaid—

           "Peace!Troublehimnot.Letthefoolinhisfollysleep!"

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