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Chapter 22

           Thenightingalesangonandonthetallliliesswayedinthefaintwindasthoughnoddingwiseapprovalofthebird’swildmusicand,gatheringonebriar-rosefromthehedge,IturnedawaywithacuriousheavinessatmyheartatroubleIcouldnotanalyseoraccountfor.IexplainedmyfeelingpartlytomyselfasoneofregretthatIhadevertakenupmypentoassault,withsneerandflippantjest,thegentleandbrilliantlyendowedownerofthislittlehomewherepeaceandpurecontentdwelthappilyinstudent-likeseclusion;butthiswasnotall.TherewassomethingelseinmymindsomethinginexplicableandsadwhichthenIhadnoskilltodefine.Iknownowwhatitwasbuttheknowledgecomestoolate!

           Returningtomyowndomains,IsawthroughthetreesavividredlightinoneoftheupperwindowsofWillowsmere.Ittwinkledlikealuridstar,andIguidedmystepsbyitsbrilliancyasImademywayacrossthewindinggarden-pathsandterracesbacktothehouse.Enteringthehall,thepageinscarletandgoldmetme,andwitharespectfulobeisance,escortedmetomyroomwhereAmielwasinwaiting.

           "Hastheprinceretired?"Iaskedhim.

           "Yes,sir."

           "Hehasaredlampinhiswindowhashenot?"

           Amiellookeddeferentiallymeditative.YetIfanciedIsawhimsmile.

           "IthinkyesIbelievehehas,sir."

           Iaskednomorequestions,butallowedhimtoperformhisdutiesasvaletinsilence.

           "Good-nightsir!"hesaidatlast,hisferreteyesfasteneduponmewithanexpressionlesslook

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