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Chapter 8

           OfcourseLucio’sextraordinarypersonalattractivenesswasundeniable—butIrathergrudgedherpraisebestowedonhimjustthen.Herremarksseemedtomeastactlessaswhenamanwithoneprettywomanbesidehimloudlyadmiresanotherinherhearing.Ididnotmyselfassumetobeactuallyhandsome,butIknewIwasbetterlookingthantheordinaryrunofmen.SooutofsuddenpiqueIremainedsilent,andpresentlythecurtainroseandtheplaywasresumed.Averyquestionablescenewasenacted,the‘womanwiththepast’beingwelltothefrontofit.Ifeltdisgustedattheperformanceandlookedatmycompanionstoseeiftheytooweresimilarlymoved.TherewasnosignofdisapprovalonLadySibyl’sfaircountenance—herfatherwasbendingforwardeagerly,apparentlygloatingovereverydetail—Rimânezworethatinscrutableexpressionofhisinwhichnofeelingwhatevercouldbediscerned.The‘womanwiththepast’wentonwithherhystericalsham-heroics,andthemealy-mouthedfoolofaherodeclaredhertobea‘pureangelwronged,’andthecurtainfellamidloudapplause.Oneenergetichisscamefromthegallery,affectingtheoccupantsofthestallstoscandalizedamazement.

           "Englandhasprogressed!"saidRimânezinsofthalf-banteringtones—"Onceuponatimethisplaywouldhavebeenhootedoffthestageaslikelytocorruptthesocialcommunity.Butnowtheonlyvoiceofprotestcomesfromthe‘lower’classes."

           "Areyouademocrat,prince?"inquiredLadySibyl,wavingherfanindolentlytoandfro.

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