mapof
the
region
,
and
judged
that
it
must
be
making
for
Toxenden
.
He
had
no
wish
to
get
so
far
.
Looking
again
,
he
saw
that
a
grassy
opening
stretched
down
towards
the
river
,
and
he
determined
on
exploring
that
way
.
He
disliked
going
back
on
his
own
footsteps
,
but
did
not
mind
an
hour
's
extra
walking
in
search
of
adventures
—
pedestrian
adventures
,
ending
in
muddy
boots
,
which
was
all
he
could
hope
for
in
civilised
England
.
He
went
over
the
grass
and
found
that
the
opening
continued
.
It
was
not
long
before
he
saw
the
gleaming
of
water
to
his
left
;
but
,
instead
of
a
sparkling
thread
,
it
seemed
a
broad
sheet
.
He
broke
through
the
covert
,
and
in
surprise
looked
down
upon
'
the
shining
levels
of
the
lake
.
'
In
front
rose
the
smiling
Hermitage
.
He
had
come
to
it
by
a
pathway
which
was
hardly
used
,
and
which
had
never
before
been
traversed
by
him
.
Although
the
sun
was
not
so
warm
nor
the
sky
so
bright
as
when
for
the
first
time
he
beheld
the
chalet
,
it
was
an
exquisite
morning
,
and
he
stood
awhile
to
contemplate
the
picture
.
Doors
and
windows
were
open
as
then
,
inviting
him
to
enter
.
He
did
not
suppose
Ivor
would
be
there
;
for
he
never
lunched
at
the
Hermitage
when
he
had
gone
up
early
to
Trelingham
Court
.
But
Rupert
said
to
himself
that
he
might
as
well
take
possession
of
the
Pompeian
kitchen
and
improvise
a
classic
,
though
a
lonely
meal
,
before
ending
his
expedition
.
He
should
find
a
skiff
in
the
boat-house
.
He
opened
the
door
and
looked
round
,
expecting
to
see
what
he
wanted
;
but
,
if
a
rowing-boat
had
ever
been
there
,
it
was
gone
.
He
found
instead
—
and
it
made
him
laugh
when
he
saw
it
—
one
of
those
odd-looking
contrivances
which
represent
the
first
untutored
efforts
of
man
at
ship
building
,
which
are
less
advanced
even
than
a
canoe
.
They
are
round
,
tub-like
things
,
made
of
wood
and
leather
,
roughly
put
together
,
and
I
fancy
are
called
coracles
.
The
instrument
by
which
they
are
put
in
motion
is
a
short-handled
spoon
,
of
a
good
breadth
at
the
extremity
;
and
they
move
along
with
great
speed
when
a
savage
or
a
knowing
University
man
takes
the
command
.
'
Well
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
here
is
proof
positive
that
the
prehistoric
has
been
in
the
land
,
or
,
to
speak
more
accurately
,
on
the
water
.
I
must
really
try
my
hand
at
this
.
'
He
sat
himself
down
in
the
coracle
,
and
with
that
mixture
of
courage
and
wariness
that
we
may
observe
in
genuine
athletes
,
so
manipulated
the
large
flat
spoon
that
he
was
neither
upset
nor
sent
whirling
round
in
a
hopeless
circle
.
As
he
sped
along
,
much
engrossed
in
the
government
of
his
coracle
,
he
looked
forward
,
and
,
not
without
surprise
,
perceived
that
the
proper
civilised
boat
was
lying
at
the
bottom
of
the
steps
which
led
up
to
the
Hermitage
.
'
Then
Ivor
is
at
home
,
after
all
,
'
he
said
to
himself
;
'
but
why
did
he
come
round
to
this
side
?
Has
he
been
exploring
in
the
wood
like
me
?
And
if
he
has
,
why
did
I
not
hear
or
see
him
?
'
He
fastened
the
coracle
,
sprang
out
,
and
ran
up
the
steps
,
calling
out
as
he
entered
,
'
Ivor
,
Ivor
!
'
There
was
no
response
.
Thinking
he
might
be
in
the
kitchen
,
Rupert
went
thither
;
but
no
Ivor
was
there
.
What
could
have
become
of
him
?
He
turned
back
and
noticed
that
the
door
of
the
study
by
which
he
had
passed
was
half-open
.
His
friend
might
be
engaged
over
some
drawing
and
too
busy
to
answer
.
Throwing
the
door
wide
,
he
would
have
called
out
again
as
he
entered
,
but
that
a
sight
most
unexpected
made
him
pause
,
draw
back
,
and
become
fixed
,
motionless
as
a
statue
,
on
the
threshold
.
A
young
lady
in
a
riding
habit
,
a
lady
he
had
never
set
eyes
on
,
an
angel
that
must
have
dropped
from
the
third
heaven
,
stood
with
a
book
in
her
hand
quietly
confronting
him
.
Not
a
word
did
she
utter
,
and
confusion
held
him
dumb
.
Politeness
deserting
him
in
his
utmost
need
,
he
gazed
for
half
a
minute
—
or
was
it
for
half
an
eternity
?
—
into
the
calm
,
lustrous
eyes
that
met
his
own
.
They
seemed
of
a
most
limpid
innocence
—
beautiful
,
shining
,
starlike
.
Did
the
lady
look
as
steadily
at
him
?
I
am
sure
he
did
not
know
.
All
he
saw
were
the
beautiful
eyes
,
not
any
of
the
meaning
they
may
have
had
in
them
.
He
waited
spellbound
.
The
lady
did
not
blush
,
or
seem
greatly
taken
aback
.
She
smiled
the
least
bit
in
the
world
—
innocently
,
yet
not
harmlessly
.
And
then
,
in
a
low
clear
voice
,
still
keeping
her
book
in
her
hand
,
still
fascinating
the
thrice-bewildered
Rupert
with
her
childlike
eyes
,
she
said
,
'
Are
you
the
tenant
of
the
chalet
?
And
must
I
ask
your
pardon
?
'
'
The
tenant
?
No
;
really
I
—
my
friend
Mr.
Mardol
—
I
was
expecting
to
find
him
;
is
there
any
—
'
Rupert
stopped
.
He
did
not
know
how
to
go
on
;
his
eyes
made
his
tongue
falter
.
I
think
the
young
lady
knew
,
suspected
,
was
at
least
half-conscious
that
he
could
not
continue
while
she
kept
looking
at
him
.
She
turned
slightly
away
,
and
took
up
his
broken
discourse
.
'
Then
,
'
she
said
,
'
you
do
not
live
here
.
I
was
afraid
'
—
she
did
not
look
in
any
way
afraid
,
and
I
cannot
believe
she
was
,
although
she
said
so
—
'
I
was
afraid
it
might
be
like
the
fairy
tale
,
and
that
one
of
the
bears
was
coming
home
.
'
'
The
bears
—
the
fairy
tale
?
I
do
not
understand
you
.
'
He
was
bewildered
yet
.
She
laughed
now
,
and
looked
prettier
than
before
.
'
If
you
are
a
stranger
,
'
she
said
,
'
and
not
master
of
the
chalet
,
you
will
allow
me
to
take
my
leave
before
any
one
comes
.
You
appear
not
to
know
a
great
deal
about
fairy
tales
,
'
she
went
on
,
as
if
enjoying
his
perplexity
;
'
but
I
have
no
time
to
explain
.
I
ought
to
go
before
the
bears
catch
me
.
There
is
no
saying
whether
they
would
take
me
for
their
sister
.
Some
of
them
ought
,
'
she
added
pensively
.
'
If
you
mean
,
'
answered
Rupert
,
who
began
to
remember
the
children
's
story
to
which
she
alluded
,
'
that
you
do
not
wish
to
meet
any
of
Lord
Trelingham
's
family
,
I
think
I
can
assure
you
that
they
are
not
likely
to
visit
the
Hermitage
at
this
hour
.
It
is
my
friend
,
Mr.
Ivor
Mardol
,
who
lives
here
just
now
.
'
Her
gloves
were
lying
on
a
chair
.
She
put
down
the
volume
in
her
hand
,
took
up
the
gloves
,
and
began
slowly
to
put
them
on
.
After
some
deliberation
,
she
said
:
'
And
is
your
friend
a
relative
of
Lord
Trelingham
's
?
'
'
Not
at
all
,
'
answered
Rupert
;
'
he
is
an
artist
,
like
myself
,
who
happens
to
be
staying
here
.
'
'
And
who
is
painting
Lady
May
's
portrait
,
I
suppose
.
'
She
spoke
like
one
to
whom
the
name
of
Lady
May
was
familiar
.
'
No
,
'
said
he
,
wondering
who
the
lady
was
;
'
I
am
painting
the
portrait
.
I
should
rather
use
the
past
tense
,
for
it
is
finished
.
'
'
Then
you
are
Mr.
Glanville
,
the
other
artist
,
'
she
replied
;
'
I
heard
my
father
speak
of
you
.
But
I
did
not
know
there
were
two
artists
at
Trelingham
.
'
Rupert
wondered
still
more
.
'
Mr
.
Mardol
,
'
he
said
,
'
is
more
properly
an
engraver
,
not
an
artist
.
But
may
I
inquire
who
it
was
that
spoke
of
me
?
'
'
My
father
,
'
she
repeated
,
'
Colonel
Valence
.
Did
you
not
meet
him
in
Trelingham
churchyard
the
afternoon
of
the
great
storm
?
He
told
me
that
you
had
had
some
conversation
in
the
porch
while
it
thundered
and
lightened
.
He
mentioned
your
name
several
times
before
he
went
away
.
'
This
was
like
opening
a
flood-gate
.
The
notion
that
he
was
talking
with
Colonel
Valence
's
daughter
awakened
a
whole
train
of
questions
in
Rupert
's
mind
.
He
forgot
that
the
lady
was
standing
in
the
Hermitage
,
where
apparently
she
had
no
business
to
be
,
and
that
he
himself
was
a
stranger
to
her
.
'
Has
Colonel
Valence
gone
?
'
he
cried
.
'
I
should
have
liked
—
I
was
hoping
to
meet
him
again
.
Our
conversation
was
so
extraordinary
that
I
did
not
know
what
to
make
of
it
,
and
it
has
puzzled
me
ever
since
.
But
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Miss
Valence
.
It
is
impertinent
of
me
to
say
all
this
.
'
'
Why
,
no
,
'
she
answered
;
'
not
if
I
could
tell
you
what
my
father
meant
,
as
I
daresay
would
not
be
impossible
.
He
shares
his
thoughts
with
me
.
'
'
Shares
his
thoughts
with
her
!
'
said
Glanvile
to
himself
;
'
how
many
of
his
thoughts
,
I
wonder
?
'
He
mentally
compared
the
scarred
and
saturnine
face
of
the
old
man
with
the
beautiful
open
countenance
of
his
daughter
.
She
did
not
seem
made
for
a
philosophy
in
which
the
last
word
was
universal
shipwreck
.
'
Some
of
Colonel
Valence
's
thoughts
are
very
stern
,
'
he
said
aloud
.
'
Too
stern
,
indeed
,
'
answered
the
young
lady
with
a
sigh
.
'
I
wish
some
one
would
convert
him
to
a
gentler
mood
.
But
we
live
utterly
alone
;
and
when
he
does
mix
with
other
human
beings
,
they
are
men
like
himself
,
of
earnest
,
daring
temper
.
We
pay
a
price
for
the
new
world
that
is
coming
.
'
She
spoke
with
calmness
and
decision
,
looking
as
childlike
now
in
her
serious
utterances
as
when
she
was
alluding
to
the
bears
and
the
fairy
tale
.
'
Do
you
hold
that
a
new
world
is
coming
?
'
he
asked
,
with
some
astonishment
in
his
tone
,
which
Miss
Valence
's
ear
detected
.
'
A
new
world
?
'
'
Surely
I
do
,
'
she
answered
.
'
Are
not
the
signs
of
it
everywhere
?
I
should
have
imagined
,
since
you
are
an
artist
,
that
you
would
be
one
of
the
first
to
think
so
,
too
.
Have
you
no
share
in
the
"
prophetic
soul
of
the
wide
world
,
dreaming
on
things
to
come
"
?
My
father
calls
the
true
artist
a
seer
of
the
ideal
which
in
other
men
lies
dormant
.
He
is
enthusiastic
about
art
,
especially
painting
.
It
is
the
only
enjoyment
he
has
.
'
Rupert
was
struck
with
a
sudden
thought
.
'
Has
Colonel
Valence
heard
that
I
have
been
engaged
on
Lady
May
's
portrait
?
'
he
inquired
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
Colonel
Valence
would
wish
to
be
informed
of
the
accident
to
his
Madonna
.
And
what
if
he
would
,
Rupert
?
do
you
think
that
a
sufficient
excuse
for
renewing
your
acquaintance
with
him
,
or
for
combating
his
philosophy
,
and
looking
at
your
ease
on
the
countenance
of
this
young
lady
while
you
do
so
?
Oh
no
;
it
was
nothing
so
hypocritical
.
Of
course
not
.
But
if
the
Colonel
had
endured
such
hardships
to
bring
the
picture
from
Spain
,
it
would
be
only
charitable
to
tell
him
about
it
.
In
the
last
few
moments
he
had
become
more
amiable
in
Glanville
's
eyes
.
'
I
do
not
think
he
has
,
'
she
replied
.
'
The
day
after
the
storm
he
went
to
London
.
He
will
not
return
for
a
long
while
.
He
stays
very
little
at
Falside
now
.
'
'
Is
Falside
your
home
?
'
Rupert
did
not
reflect
how
he
was
violating
all
the
proprieties
.
How
dared
he
be
so
inquisitive
?
I
wonder
Miss
Valence
was
not
offended
.
But
she
seemed
not
to
mind
.
Instead
of
at
once
insisting
on
being
taken
to
her
boat
,
she
answered
:
'
My
father
was
born
at
Falside
,
and
we
have
lived
there
since
my
mother
's
death
.
'
'
Oh
,
since
Lady
Alice
's
death
?
'
exclaimed
Rupert
,
completely
off
his
guard
.
'
But
is
not
that
a
great
while
ago
?
'
'
Lady
Alice
was
not
my
mother
,
'
she
answered
quietly
;
'
she
was
my
father
's
first
wife
.
'
'
And
she
lies
in
Trelingham
churchyard
,
'
said
Glanville
.
'
Was
that
why
Colonel
Valence
came
out
on
that
bitter
afternoon
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
she
replied
;
'
he
spends
many
afternoons
there
.
But
do
you
know
the
story
of
Lady
Alice
?
'
she
went
on
.
'
I
happen
,
'
he
said
,
'
to
have
heard
the
beginning
of
it
.
That
is
all
.
I
know
the
romantic
circumstances
under
which
Lady
Alice
left
her
home
and
married
.
But
I
know
no
more
;
the
thread
of
the
story
has
not
been
resumed
.
'
'
There
is
little
more
to
know
,
'
she
answered
.
'
Lady
Alice
died
in
London
,
after
eleven
or
twelve
years
of
married
life
.
Then
my
father
went
abroad
.
You
perhaps
have
heard
that
he
was
engaged
in
the
campaigns
against
Don
Carlos
,
and
received
his
commission
in
Spain
.
He
has
never
been
in
the
English
army
.
He
was
a
soldier
of
liberty
,
not
the
defender
of
a
state
or
a
sovereign
.
'
'
And
did
Lady
Alice
leave
no
children
?
'
'
No
;
I
have
neither
brother
nor
sister
.
That
is
why
it
would
be
so
pleasant
to
find
a
sister
in
Lady
May
.
We
are
not
relatives
,
of
course
,
and
she
is
a
good
deal
older
than
I
.
But
when
I
see
her
driving
near
Falside
,
as
she
sometimes
does
,
or
wandering
down
by
the
shore
,
I
am
often
tempted
to
speak
to
her
and
beg
her
friendship
.
'
Glanville
thought
,
while
she
spoke
,
what
a
striking
contrast
they
would
make
.
Lady
May
,
although
not
taller
than
the
average
,
had
a
stateliness
of
manner
which
seemed
to
add
to
her
height
;
she
was
dark
and
almost
foreign-looking
with
her
great
piercing
eyes
,
long
eyelashes
,
and
,
as
the
poets
say
in
describing
this
type
of
beauty
,
her
ebon
tresses
,
that
naturally
suggested
a
crown
or
a
chaplet
of
purple
flowers
to
set
them
off
.
She
moved
slowly
,
and
had
nothing
of
the
tripping
fairy
in
her
motions
.
The
expression
of
her
countenance
was
earnest
and
impassioned
.
And
what
was
Colonel
Valence
's
daughter
like
?
Rupert
found
it
necessary
to
study
her
features
with
great
attention
;
he
might
be
asked
some
day
to
paint
her
portrait
;
or
what
if
he
sketched
it
from
memory
when
he
went
home
,
and
laid
it
up
in
his
portfolio
?
There
could
be
no
harm
in
doing
that
.
He
wondered
,
by
the
way
,
what
her
name
was
.
How
could
he
find
out
without
appearing
over-curious
?
Hers
was
a
slender
form
,
graceful
as
Arethusa
's
,
or
the
mountain-nymph
's
whose
home
is
among
rocks
and
streams
,
where
all
day
long
she
roams
,
climbing
,
or
springing
,
or
dancing
,
as
best
pleases
her
,
seldom
quiet
except
when
she
has
tired
herself
out
with
play
.
Her
countenance
was
clear
and
well-cut
,
of
that
exquisite
pale
olive
which
is
the
least
English
of
tones
,
resembling
fine
ivory
.
And
those
innocent
brown
eyes
,
how
softly
they
gazed
at
the
audacious
painter
!
how
tender
and
steadfast
was
their
expression
!
They
had
caught
a
golden-tawny
hue
from
the
ringlets
of
sunny
hair
falling
about
her
face
,
among
which
the
breeze
coming
in
at
the
open
window
played
wantonly
.
Such
a
combination
of
light
and
dark
in
the
human
countenance
he
had
never
beheld
.
The
exquisite
shape
might
be
matched
,
perhaps
,
did
he
know
where
to
look
for
it
,
in
sylph
or
fairy
.
But
could
sylph
or
fairy
boast
of
that
serious
,
calm
,
aerial
loveliness
which
shone
out
,
so
young
and
so
unconscious
,
from
the
pale
ivory
features
and
the
soft
eyes
?
Not
knowing
what
had
been
said
or
what
he
was
saying
,
Rupert
drew
a
step
nearer
,
and
in
a
beseeching
voice
,
as
if
he
must
fall
on
his
knee
and
worship
whilst
he
spoke
,
the
words
came
from
his
lips
in
a
half-whisper
,
'
Would
you
tell
me
—
nay
,
be
angry
if
you
will
,
but
tell
me
—
what
,
by
what
name
may
I
remember
you
?
'
The
lady
blushed
almost
scarlet
now
.
Her
pale
cheek
showed
a
deep
,
passionate
tinge
,
and
even
her
forehead
was
dyed
in
a
faint
rose-colour
,
which
grew
purple
as
she
answered
:
'
Sir
!
how
dare
you
?
'
She
had
got
no
further
when
she
saw
Rupert
at
her
feet
.
'
Oh
,
forgive
me
,
'
he
said
;
'
I
could
not
—
I
did
not
know
what
I
was
saying
.
For
the
world
I
would
not
offend
you
.
'
There
was
something
in
his
tone
which
melted
her
.
No
,
he
had
not
meant
to
offend
;
he
was
only
overcome
,
fascinated
,
out
of
himself
.
How
is
it
that
love
reveals
its
presence
?
She
could
not
speak
for
a
moment
;
and
her
voice
when
it
came
back
was
,
like
Rupert
's
,
almost
inarticulate
.
'
Rise
,
'
she
said
;
'
do
not
kneel
there
.
'
And
as
he
stood
before
her
,
ashamed
,
penitent
,
his
eyes
seeking
the
ground
,
she
went
on
,
not
looking
at
him
—
'
My
name
is
Hippolyta
.
'
'
Ah
,
'
he
said
,
laughing
passionately
,
'
I
knew
you
came
out
of
A
Midsummer
Night
's
Dream
.
Titania
should
be
jealous
of
you
.
'
'
Again
,
sir
!
'
she
cried
,
going
to
the
door
;
'
stand
aside
and
let
me
pass
.
'
She
would
not
even
look
at
him
.
It
was
all
he
could
do
not
to
fall
at
her
feet
again
.
'
Not
like
that
,
'
he
exclaimed
.
'
Oh
,
not
like
that
.
What
shall
I
do
if
you
go
away
despising
me
?
I
am
mad
;
I
have
lost
my
senses
.
But
I
will
not
,
I
will
not
offend
any
more
.
'
She
had
reached
the
verandah
.
He
followed
,
ran
down
the
steps
and
began
to
unfasten
the
boat
.
While
they
were
speaking
it
had
grown
stormy
on
the
lake
;
there
was
a
strong
backwater
driven
by
the
rising
wind
,
and
the
waves
,
though
not
large
,
seemed
dangerous
for
a
light
skiff
,
such
as
Hippolyta
had
come
in
.
she
did
not
appear
to
notice
the
weather
;
her
face
was
still
flushed
and
her
eyes
bright
with
tears
.
Rupert
could
have
bitten
his
tongue
off
when
he
thought
of
the
liberty
he
had
taken
.
He
felt
more
than
ashamed
—
he
was
humiliated
.
A
gentleman
,
he
,
Rupert
Glanville
,
to
have
behaved
so
,
to
have
spoken
such
words
!
He
turned
with
a
deprecating
look
towards
Hippolyta
as
she
came
slowly
down
the
steps
.
She
could
not
pass
him
.
She
stopped
.
'
Miss
Valence
,
'
he
said
humbly
,
'
this
small
boat
is
not
safe
in
such
stormy
weather
.
Will
you
allow
me
to
fetch
the
larger
one
,
which
is
lying
in
the
boathouse
opposite
,
and
to
row
you
to
shore
?
'
'
I
will
allow
nothing
,
'
she
answered
;
'
I
did
wrong
to
come
here
.
Let
me
pass
into
the
boat
.
'
Glanville
saw
that
the
storm
would
be
upon
them
ere
long
.
He
said
,
firmly
this
time
,
like
a
man
who
is
doing
what
he
knows
to
be
right
,
'
I
cannot
let
you
risk
your
life
,
Miss
Valence
.
If
you
will
not
wait
till
I
can
bring
the
safer
boat
you
must
allow
me
to
take
charge
of
this
.
A
very
few
minutes
will
see
you
on
shore
.
'
Reluctantly
Hippolyta
consented
.
When
there
is
danger
and
a
man
commands
,
a
woman
does
not
find
it
easy
to
disobey
.
She
entered
the
boat
and
sat
down
,
while
Rupert
took
the
oars
.
Not
a
word
more
was
spoken
.
Hippolyta
looked
over
the
side
of
the
skiff
,
away
in
the
distance
,
as
if
no
Rupert
existed
.
It
was
all
she
could
do
to
keep
the
tears
from
falling
.
A
sharp
sense
of
pain
,
almost
of
degradation
,
filled
her
heart
.
Perhaps
there
was
another
feeling
too
,
which
she
knew
little
about
,
although
it
gave
an
edge
to
the
pain
.
She
sprang
out
as
soon
as
the
boat
touched
.
But
before
she
could
quite
flee
away
,
Rupert
was
at
her
side
,
bareheaded
.
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
'
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
His
head
was
bent
.
She
saw
that
he
was
biting
his
under
lip
to
keep
down
some
strong
emotion
.
His
breath
went
and
came
.
But
she
would
not
pity
him
.
Half
sobbing
,
with
tremulous
indignation
,
breaking
her
sentences
into
short
phrases
,
she
said
,
turning
to
the
abashed
and
guilty
artist
:
'
I
came
out
of
childish
curiosity
,
and
—
and
I
have
been
punished
.
Tell
Lord
Trelingham
,
if
you
please
,
that
I
wanted
to
see
the
chalet
,
that
I
did
not
know
—
and
I
had
never
seen
it
,
and
my
father
said
...
but
it
does
not
matter
.
'
Her
voice
broke
down
.
She
was
fairly
crying
now
.
Rupert
did
not
dare
to
come
near
her
;
he
could
not
leave
her
in
distress
;
he
knew
not
which
way
to
look
.
Oh
,
what
a
villain
he
had
been
!
But
he
must
speak
.
'
I
would
give
my
life
that
this
had
not
happened
,
'
he
cried
.
'
Miss
Valence
,
I
implore
you
,
think
no
more
of
it
.
Indeed
,
indeed
,
I
meant
no
harm
.
I
was
beside
myself
.
Cannot
you
forgive
one
who
has
never
seen
—
'
he
stopped
,
he
was
near
committing
himself
again
.
Hippolyta
listened
,
like
a
child
that
leaves
off
crying
when
it
hears
a
well-known
voice
.
She
could
control
herself
better
now
,
and
Rupert
was
very
sorry
.
He
had
really
been
carried
away
by
a
sudden
impulse
.
She
resolved
not
to
forgive
him
,
all
the
same
.
One
more
glance
she
gave
at
the
artist
as
he
stood
,
like
a
culprit
or
a
penitent
,
speechless
in
the
presence
of
his
offended
goddess
.
And
then
she
ran
up
the
ascent
till
she
was
out
of
breath
and
compelled
to
rest
against
a
tree
.
Glanville
lifted
his
face
when
he
saw
her
depart
,
and
looked
,
and
looked
,
all
turned
to
gazing
,
until
she
disappeared
amid
the
thick
undergrowth
.
Then
,
as
if
wings
had
been
added
to
his
feet
,
and
he
were
Apollo
that
had
borrowed
the
sandals
of
Hermes
in
pursuit
of
Daphne
,
the
young
man
followed
,
not
knowing
why
he
did
so
,
unless
it
were
that
another
moment
of
the
intoxicating
vision
seemed
well
worth
flying
after
.
Hippolyta
had
run
fast
but
not
far
.
On
the
soft
grass
she
heard
no
steps
,
and
when
Rupert
came
in
sight
of
her
again
he
beheld
the
gentle
Amazon
unfastening
her
palfrey
—
call
it
not
,
I
beseech
you
,
either
cob
or
pony
—
which
was
receiving
his
mistress
with
manifestations
of
joy
as
she
came
up
to
the
place
where
he
was
tethered
.
Rupert
,
gliding
behind
the
friendly
covert
of
the
trees
,
watched
her
every
movement
.
She
was
excited
and
out
of
breath
,
but
evidently
not
much
frightened
.
From
time
to
time
as
she
stopped
to
put
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
a
pang
shot
through
Rupert
's
heart
.
Yes
,
she
was
crying
still
,
poor
Hippolyta
;
and
this
rude
swain
did
not
dare
to
show
that
he
was
anywhere
at
hand
,
still
less
could
he
venture
on
addressing
her
with
more
apologies
.
What
would
he
not
have
given
to
help
her
to
her
saddle
!
He
had
lost
the
grace
that
might
have
been
his
for
a
foolish
word
.
Oh
,
wild
human
heart
and
hasty
tongue
,
can
nothing
put
a
check
upon
you
?
Hippolyta
patted
her
steed
,
which
was
a
small
dark
roan
,
with
beautifully-shaped
intelligent
head
,
—
I
do
not
quite
know
how
veterinary
persons
would
describe
what
I
mean
,
but
the
whole
head
,
and
not
the
eyes
or
nostrils
only
,
looked
intelligent
,
instinct
with
a
higher
life
than
good
feeding
and
grooming
could
bring
out
.
But
neither
were
these
neglected
,
as
the
glossy
sleekness
of
the
creature
testified
.
Hippolyta
,
I
say
,
patted
his
beautiful
head
,
and
,
being
utterly
unaware
that
there
was
a
spectator
of
her
actions
,
put
an
arm
round
his
neck
and
kissed
him
on
the
forehead
.
Rupert
bit
his
lip
again
.
Young
man
,
that
is
your
punishment
for
spying
and
gazing
where
you
ought
not
to
be
!
Hippolyta
vaulted
into
the
saddle
with
the
lightness
of
a
bird
,
gave
the
reins
a
shake
,
and
was
off
like
an
arrow
.
Hermes
's
sandals
were
now
of
no
avail
.
Rupert
saw
that
she
was
taking
the
road
which
led
up
stream
,
and
,
as
he
supposed
,
to
Falside
.
Oh
,
that
he
might
follow
!
He
did
not
move
from
the
spot
where
he
beheld
her
vanish
until
many
minutes
were
passed
.
Then
,
like
a
man
waking
from
a
heavy
dream
,
he
shook
himself
,
looked
round
,
and
remembering
that
he
had
left
the
boat
unmoored
,
went
with
slow
meditative
steps
down
the
glade
.
How
many
hours
were
gone
since
his
feet
had
trodden
it
first
that
morning
?
He
could
not
tell
.
Reckoned
by
emotions
it
might
be
a
century
or
two
.
He
forgot
even
luncheon
;
and
,
instead
of
returning
like
a
sensible
mortal
to
the
Hermitage
where
good
things
were
to
be
had
for
the
cooking
,
he
simply
fastened
the
skiff
,
which
by
a
happy
chance
had
drifted
into
some
low
tangle
of
branches
and
thus
been
kept
from
floating
farther
away
.
This
done
,
Rupert
ascended
the
glade
for
the
second
time
,
and
finding
a
bleak
and
wild-looking
country
when
he
reached
the
top
,
plunged
recklessly
into
it
.
He
would
have
given
half
his
genius
,
which
was
worth
more
than
half
the
kingdom
of
many
monarchs
,
to
come
within
view
of
Falside
.
But
the
venture
was
too
daring
,
and
rather
than
yield
to
temptation
he
set
off
in
the
other
direction
.
It
had
begun
to
rain
,
and
he
had
much
better
have
returned
to
Trelingham
instead
of
wandering
on
and
on
,
not
taking
note
of
the
way
he
was
going
,
nor
observing
that
the
fine
small
drops
,
more
like
mist
than
wholesome
rain
,
were
wetting
him
through
.
His
whole
mind
was
absorbed
in
what
had
happened
.
Was
it
the
one
event
of
his
life
,
the
golden
day
for
which
he
had
been
waiting
since
he
knew
the
name
of
love
,
the
unveiling
of
the
face
that
in
dreams
he
had
beheld
and
longed
after
;
or
was
it
an
irreparable
mischance
?
'
Hippolyta
,
Hippolyta
,
'
he
murmured
to
himself
.
'
Oh
,
senseless
Rupert
,
did
you
think
the
wedding
could
be
without
the
wooing
?
'
It
was
the
most
unmanly
thing
he
had
ever
done
.
'
And
yet
,
'
he
went
on
,
'
she
ought
to
have
known
that
I
meant
only
to
worship
her
.
'
He
smiled
when
the
words
,
uttered
half
aloud
,
struck
upon
his
ear
.
'
How
could
she
have
known
what
I
meant
?
She
had
never
set
eyes
on
me
.
Are
my
looks
so
innocent
as
hers
?
Childlike
,
divine
Hippolyta
!
'
He
fell
into
delicious
,
delirious
musing
.
He
must
see
her
,
speak
to
her
again
,
win
her
pardon
,
protest
that
he
would
spend
his
life
in
atoning
for
the
insolence
of
the
morning
.
Yes
,
it
was
insolence
.
To
ask
her
name
!
But
she
had
answered
;
she
told
him
it
was
Hippolyta
.
That
could
never
be
undone
.
The
bond
between
them
was
of
her
making
,
after
all
.
And
she
had
spoken
in
a
whisper
,
with
what
heavenly
shame
in
her
accent
,
as
though
resisting
the
suggestion
which
made
her
answer
while
yielding
to
it
!
Love
,
ah
no
,
it
was
not
love
,
but
pity
,
modesty
,
the
exquisite
compassion
of
Hippolyta
,
who
was
a
queen
yet
a
child
.
In
this
way
he
babbled
for
hours
—
this
great
incontestable
genius
,
walking
at
random
and
getting
wet
to
the
skin
,
and
not
minding
,
but
with
a
heart
all
on
flame
,
and
love
spreading
out
his
golden
pinions
till
the
gray
heavens
seemed
to
melt
and
burn
in
their
splendour
.
It
was
first
love
,
the
true
deity
and
no
counterfeit
,
whose
wine
,
held
out
with
coaxing
gesture
and
half-smiling
,
half-frowning
glance
,
intoxicated
him
when
he
put
the
cup
to
his
lips
.
He
rested
now
and
then
for
a
moment
,
stopping
to
enjoy
the
unmatchable
emotion
that
had
conquered
him
.
But
to
keep
still
was
impossible
.
He
must
go
forward
,
and
utter
his
feelings
incoherently
to
himself
as
he
went
,
smiling
with
a
mixture
of
tenderness
and
scorn
at
the
expressions
that
alone
would
come
,
the
large
,
wild
metaphors
taken
from
all
things
in
heaven
and
earth
,
the
brief
,
sudden
snatches
of
inebriation
cutting
short
his
speech
altogether
from
time
to
time
.
He
was
not
only
a
lover
,
but
an
artist
whose
intense
fancy
penetrated
his
nature
through
and
through
,
being
the
fine
spirit
that
made
his
genius
what
it
was
.
He
could
not
love
as
the
common
man
loves
;
the
passion
he
felt
was
individual
,
characteristic
;
it
glowed
with
another
fire
than
that
which
draws
man
and
woman
to
have
one
heart
in
two
bodies
;
for
it
aimed
at
a
union
of
soul
with
soul
,
of
all
that
was
best
in
him
with
all
that
he
imagined
in
Hippolyta
.
Do
I
say
imagined
?
Well
,
be
it
so
.
But
he
would
have
rebuked
the
word
.
In
that
strange
,
lovely
face
,
in
those
tender
eyes
,
he
saw
the
revelations
of
a
personality
as
choice
and
adorable
as
they
were
.
Could
any
spirit
of
clay
inform
such
a
tenement
?
Thus
he
would
have
argued
.
But
while
he
wandered
through
the
clinging
mist
,
absorbed
in
the
contemplation
of
Hippolyta
,
beholding
her
in
memory
with
the
vividness
of
intuition
which
a
new
love
bestows
,
he
was
far
indeed
from
argument
of
any
kind
.
He
was
drinking
deep
at
the
fountain
of
perpetual
youth
;
he
was
roaming
through
Eldorado
;
the
world
was
a
garden
of
roses
,
and
he
saw
Hippolyta
riding
on
her
dark
palfrey
over
mead
and
mossy
glade
,
turning
towards
him
as
she
fled
and
bidding
him
follow
.
It
is
dangerous
to
be
lost
in
thought
,
but
even
more
dangerous
to
be
lost
on
a
trackless
down
;
and
this
was
what
had
now
befallen
Rupert
.
Without
noticing
that
he
had
long
since
left
the
belt
of
trees
which
marked
the
high
ridge
he
had
ascended
,
by
degrees
he
exchanged
one
path
for
another
,
until
he
was
now
actually
travelling
the
opposite
way
to
that
which
he
intended
.
Soon
there
was
no
semblance
of
a
track
;
he
was
on
the
heather
,
guided
unconsciously
by
the
figures
of
the
great
crags
which
loomed
up
through
the
mist
when
he
came
near
them
.
But
he
did
not
stop
to
choose
his
direction
.
The
tourist
of
the
morning
,
bent
on
adventures
,
was
likely
to
meet
with
one
now
;
for
he
had
become
no
better
than
a
somnambulist
,
and
might
at
any
moment
have
plunged
out
of
his
depth
into
the
boggy
streams
which
rise
on
the
moor
and
creep
through
the
high
grass
with
imperceptible
motion
.
Fortunately
,
a
strong
breeze
was
blowing
the
mist
aside
;
and
the
last
short
hour
of
the
October
day
promised
to
be
fair
,
and
to
be
succeeded
by
a
calm
evening
.
As
Rupert
,
somewhat
exhausted
with
his
violent
emotions
and
headlong
walk
,
was
sitting
on
a
huge
boulder
at
the
foot
of
the
crag
for
which
he
had
been
making
the
last
ten
minutes
,
a
final
gust
scattered
the
clouds
right
and
left
,
the
rain
ceased
,
and
a
long
lane
of
sunshine
,
forming
in
the
space
which
the
mist
had
left
clear
,
took
him
up
into
its
radiance
.
His
face
was
towards
the
sun
and
his
eyes
were
too
dazzled
to
make
out
anything
;
but
almost
as
the
clouds
rolled
away
he
heard
the
galloping
of
a
horse
near
at
hand
.
He
did
not
look
up
;
the
growing
sense
of
fatigue
had
brought
with
it
some
depression
;
the
wings
of
love
were
drooping
,
and
he
had
begun
to
think
more
of
the
offence
given
than
the
return
of
affection
he
hoped
for
.
But
the
sound
of
galloping
came
nearer
;
the
horse
stopped
within
a
few
paces
of
where
he
sat
.
And
Hippolyta
Valence
,
leaping
to
the
ground
,
exclaimed
in
a
troubled
and
astonished
voice
,
'
Mr
.
Glanville
,
are
you
here
?
What
has
happened
to
you
?
'
CHAPTER
XIV
IN
FAIRYLAND
He
made
no
reply
.
The
apparition
was
so
sudden
,
so
utterly
unexpected
,
and
the
light
,
whether
of
the
sun
or
of
Hippolyta
's
presence
,
so
filled
his
eyes
that
he
had
not
a
word
to
say
.
He
looked
strangely
forlorn
,
in
spite
of
the
air
of
distinction
and
the
beauty
of
feature
which
made
him
,
when
his
feathers
were
preened
,
an
Arabian
bird
among
artists
.
The
lonesome
moor
,
with
its
streak
of
watery
sunshine
,
the
huge
overshadowing
cliffs
,
the
shining
grass
and
thunderous
purple
of
the
heather
,
gave
a
setting
to
the
figure
and
appearance
of
Rupert
which
disclosed
more
of
the
inward
man
,
the
melancholy
,
brooding
spirit
,
than
was
often
visible
.
Hippolyta
was
struck
silent
.
She
waited
now
,
uncertain
whether
she
ought
to
have
accosted
him
,
until
he
should
speak
.
He
rose
with
a
fatigued
expression
,
looked
round
,
and
said
,
as
if
to
himself
,
'
I
must
have
lost
my
way
.
'
He
did
not
seem
to
notice
the
young
lady
;
nor
can
I
affirm
that
during
the
first
few
moments
he
had
distinguished
between
the
vision
in
his
brain
and
the
form
that
came
galloping
over
the
moor
.
'
If
you
were
going
to
Trelingham
,
'
replied
Hippolyta
,
'
you
have
certainly
lost
it
.
The
Court
is
sixteen
miles
off
,
and
in
the
opposite
direction
to
this
.
'
Glanville
was
fully
awake
now
.
'
I
am
much
obliged
for
the
information
,
Miss
Valence
,
'
he
answered
in
a
conventional
tone
,
'
and
shall
be
grateful
if
you
can
point
out
the
road
.
I
have
never
been
in
this
part
of
the
country
.
'
'
There
is
no
road
,
'
she
told
him
;
'
you
are
on
the
moor
.
And
,
if
there
were
,
you
could
not
walk
sixteen
miles
before
nightfall
.
The
sun
will
be
down
in
less
than
an
hour
.
'
'
I
must
get
back
,
'
repeated
Glanville
.
He
gave
an
exploring
glance
over
the
country
,
hoping
to
see
a
human
habitation
if
not
a
village
or
hamlet
.
It
was
all
wild
and
bare
.
Hippolyta
had
said
truly
;
he
was
on
the
moor
;
there
was
not
the
vestige
of
a
track
.
He
had
been
walking
over
the
heather
and
did
not
notice
it
.
What
was
to
be
done
?
The
young
lady
reflected
,
and
seemed
to
have
made
up
her
mind
while
he
was
looking
about
him
.
'
You
cannot
get
back
this
way
,
'
she
said
,
'
nor
is
it
the
slightest
use
ot
attempt
it
.
You
would
be
lost
in
the
mosses
which
you
have
passed
without
seeing
them
,
I
suppose
.
But
Falside
is
hardly
a
mile
off
,
and
you
can
there
be
put
on
the
right
road
.
Do
come
,
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
she
said
insistently
,
for
he
showed
no
sign
of
accepting
her
invitation
.
Now
he
looked
at
her
and
smiled
,
though
still
in
his
melancholy
fashion
.
'
I
will
come
,
'
he
said
,
'
if
you
can
forgive
me
.
Not
,
'
he
added
,
'
that
you
ought
.
I
know
I
am
inexcusable
.
But
,
if
you
will
not
overlook
my
great
fault
,
I
must
stay
here
until
morning
.
I
can
make
my
way
back
in
the
light
.
'
'
Stay
until
morning
,
and
be
frozen
!
No
,
indeed
,
'
cried
Hippolyta
,
'
that
you
shall
not
.
Come
now
,
show
that
you
know
how
to
be
obedient
to
a
lady
.
'
She
was
smiling
without
an
effort
,
in
the
most
kindly
way
.
'
I
do
forgive
you
.
Artists
are
strange
people
.
One
cannot
treat
them
like
the
rest
of
mankind
.
'
'
You
forgive
me
!
'
exclaimed
Rupert
;
'
I
will
follow
you
to
the
end
of
the
world
.
'
She
held
up
a
warning
finger
.
'
No
,
only
to
Falside
,
'
she
said
.
He
helped
her
to
mount
,
and
,
in
a
dream
of
sweet
intoxication
,
walked
by
her
side
as
she
rode
quietly
along
.
She
did
not
ask
him
any
questions
.
How
he
had
got
thither
was
evident
—
by
losing
his
way
.
But
what
made
him
lose
his
way
?
If
Hippolyta
guessed
at
the
reason
,
she
kept
her
conjectures
in
her
own
breast
.
Occasionally
she
glanced
down
at
him
;
but
when
he
looked
up
,
with
something
of
that
half-foolish
and
wholly
ecstatic
smile
on
his
lips
which
betokens
a
young
man
's
first
sensations
of
happiness
,
she
was
discreetly
gazing
over
the
moor
.
She
was
glad
she
had
forgiven
him
.
He
must
have
undergone
a
self-inflicted
penance
since
she
ran
away
from
him
on
landing
out
of
the
boat
.
Perhaps
he
had
gone
into
the
rain
and
wandered
all
those
hours
to
punish
himself
for
his
rudeness
.
At
any
rate
,
he
was
too
haggard
and
woe-begone
to
be
severely
dealt
with
now
.
She
would
really
forgive
;
nay
,
she
would
try
to
forget
.
Rupert
,
thinking
neither
of
the
past
nor
the
future
,
but
as
happy
as
a
dog
following
his
mistress
,
kept
on
walking
mechanically
,
and
did
not
even
ask
when
they
should
arrive
at
Falside
.
He
did
not
want
to
arrive
there
.
It
was
enough
for
him
to
be
near
Hippolyta
.
Had
she
proposed
to
ride
to
the
other
end
of
the
rainbow
which
he
beheld
spanning
the
moor
,
he
would
have
said
,
'
Why
not
?
let
us
go
by
all
means
.
We
shall
perhaps
find
the
golden
cup
the
children
talk
of
now
we
are
together
.
'
I
doubt
that
her
pony
would
have
consented
so
willingly
.
When
they
passed
certain
rocks
and
turned
to
the
left
,
that
little
beast
shook
himself
and
began
to
express
a
decided
wish
to
canter
.
Hippolyta
pulled
him
in
.
'
No
,
Djalma
,
'
she
said
,
'
you
must
be
patient
.
Mr.
Glanville
would
not
care
to
keep
up
with
you
at
a
trot
after
his
day
's
expedition
.
We
shall
cross
your
old
friend
,
the
Yale
,
in
a
minute
,
'
she
said
,
turning
to
the
artist
.
'
It
rises
a
little
way
off
,
and
comes
down
into
our
valley
on
its
journey
to
Trelingham
.
'
As
she
spoke
they
came
to
a
narrow
wooden
bridge
,
which
Djalma
crossed
at
a
quickened
pace
,
and
a
few
yards
in
front
Rupert
saw
a
good
,
well-preserved
pathway
leading
down
between
rock
and
wilderness
into
the
hollow
.
Trees
began
to
peer
up
,
there
were
breadths
of
cover
right
and
left
a
little
farther
on
,
and
the
sound
of
murmuring
leaves
and
waters
filled
the
air
.
Hippolyta
struck
through
the
wood
like
one
who
was
familiar
with
every
step
of
it
;
Rupert
followed
close
;
and
they
came
out
after
ten
minutes
'
slow
riding
upon
another
road
,
not
so
broad
as
the
first
,
which
,
turning
very
abruptly
,
brought
them
to
a
garden-gate
overshadowed
with
foliage
.
Rupert
ran
to
open
the
gate
.
He
could
see
only
a
short
distance
in
front
,
for
the
trees
overarched
and
came
down
so
close
that
it
seemed
as
if
they
were
entering
another
wood
.
But
soon
they
reached
a
second
entrance
,
clear
of
trees
,
and
flanked
on
either
side
by
a
low
wall
,
which
permitted
a
view
into
the
valley
and
across
to
the
neighbouring
heights
.
It
was
a
ravine
,
at
the
head
of
which
,
on
a
projecting
terrace
near
the
waterfall
,
rose
in
picturesque
beauty
the
gables
of
a
double
cottage
.
'
That
is
Falside
,
'
said
Hippolyta
,
pointing
with
her
whip
.
'
You
are
welcome
,
Mr.
Glanville
.
'
She
did
not
wait
for
his
thanks
or
his
assistance
,
but
dismounting
and
throwing
him
the
reins
,
she
added
,
'
Will
you
kindly
hold
Djalma
while
I
go
and
call
some
one
?
'
Saying
which
she
went
rapidly
up
the
path
and
disappeared
round
a
corner
of
the
cottage
.
If
Rupert
could
have
made
sure
of
being
unobserved
,
I
think
he
too
would
have
put
his
arm
round
the
pony
's
neck
and
saluted
him
on
the
forehead
.
But
he
was
prudent
.
No
more
risks
through
excess
of
demonstration
for
him
.
Djalma
,
therefore
,
had
to
be
content
with
much
patting
and
caressing
,
which
,
like
all
beings
accustomed
to
adoration
,
he
took
as
a
matter
of
course
.
He
was
wondering
when
the
groom
would
come
,
and
not
attending
to
Rupert
at
all
.
When
the
groom
did
arrive
he
was
by
no
means
of
that
spruce
description
which
is
usual
in
great
English
houses
like
Trelingham
Court
.
He
was
an
old
man
with
white
hair
and
an
exceedingly
wrinkled
forehead
,
dressed
in
plain
rough
clothes
,
more
suitable
to
a
gardener
or
man-of-all-work
than
to
the
guardian
of
so
beautiful
and
well-kept
a
steed
as
Djalma
.
His
eyes
,
which
were
very
dark
and
glittering
,
made
it
clear
that
he
was
some
kind
of
foreigner
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
expressive
gesture
,
indicating
a
doubt
or
a
question
,
as
Rupert
fancied
,
with
which
on
seeing
the
artist
he
turned
to
Miss
Valence
.
She
merely
shook
her
head
and
bade
Rupert
relinquish
the
reins
,
which
he
did
unwillingly
,
as
one
that
gives
up
a
beloved
charge
.
'
Now
,
'
said
Hippolyta
,
'
will
you
come
into
the
drawing-room
while
Djalma
is
taken
round
to
the
stable
and
Andres
gets
your
own
room
ready
?
He
was
not
expecting
a
guest
,
or
you
might
go
with
him
at
once
.
'
Rupert
obeyed
,
not
being
clear
in
his
own
mind
as
to
what
was
proper
or
becoming
.
He
said
when
they
passed
the
threshold
,
'
Is
it
not
possible
for
me
to
go
on
at
once
to
Trelingham
?
I
ought
not
to
trespass
on
your
hospitality
.
I
thought
you
spoke
of
putting
me
on
my
right
road
when
we
reached
Falside
.
'
'
The
way
is
plain
enough
from
here
,
'
answered
Hippolyta
,
'
but
almost
as
long
as
your
journey
across
the
moor
.
And
if
you
could
only
see
,
Mr.
Glanville
,
how
tired
you
look
—
'
A
thought
seemed
to
flash
across
her
mind
while
she
was
speaking
,
and
she
examined
his
face
with
no
less
attention
than
he
had
bestowed
on
hers
in
the
chalet
.
'
I
do
believe
,
'
she
went
on
,
'
that
you
are
more
than
tired
.
Have
you
eaten
anything
since
breakfast
?
'
Glanville
entreated
her
not
to
trouble
herself
about
so
small
a
matter
.
He
had
not
,
in
fact
,
eaten
or
drunk
since
the
morning
,
and
was
beginning
to
feel
the
effects
of
his
involuntary
fast
.
But
Hippolyta
,
with
the
woman
's
feeling
that
men
are
always
ready
to
eat
and
cannot
,
like
themselves
,
live
on
three
grains
of
rice
a
day
,
was
shocked
to
hear
it
.
She
begged
him
to
sit
near
the
fire
and
not
stir
till
she
came
back
.
Then
,
running
hastily
out
of
the
room
,
she
left
him
to
his
own
reflections
,
which
were
not
disagreeable
,
but
had
lasted
only
a
few
minutes
when
she
returned
,
bearing
the
requisites
for
afternoon
tea
,
as
Rupert
would
have
said
in
any
other
drawing-room
.
Here
it
was
probably
not
tea
,
but
ambrosia
,
nectar
,
the
amrita
cup
,
—
some
enchanting
draught
with
immortality
among
its
ingredients
.
Hippolyta
set
the
tray
down
;
and
,
with
a
smile
,
remarked
to
the
artist
:
'
I
cannot
offer
you
wine
,
for
my
father
does
not
drink
it
or
suffer
it
near
him
.
I
fancy
that
tea
will
do
you
more
good
.
Andres
will
show
you
to
your
room
when
you
have
taken
a
cup
and
feel
warm
enough
to
leave
the
fire
;
and
we
shall
dine
as
soon
as
possible
.
'
Rupert
was
more
and
more
embarrassed
,
though
happier
than
words
can
express
.
Was
he
to
dine
alone
with
Hippolyta
?
The
gods
be
thanked
.
But
what
would
men
,
and
especially
women
,
say
?
It
was
like
getting
into
heaven
by
a
forbidden
door
.
He
could
not
refuse
;
neither
could
he
suggest
that
there
were
difficulties
,
that
the
world
had
its
customs
.
Suggest
such
a
thing
to
Hippolyta
,
who
moved
about
with
the
grace
and
security
of
a
young
maiden
in
her
own
home
,
busy
,
unaffected
,
and
the
very
picture
of
innocence
!
'
Oh
,
Mrs.
Grundy
,
'
he
thought
with
a
sigh
,
'
how
terrible
and
absurd
is
thy
dominion
over
the
souls
of
men
!
'
It
did
not
appear
that
Hippolyta
minded
Mrs.
Grundy
in
any
way
.
She
was
the
princess
receiving
a
shipwrecked
mariner
into
her
palace
;
a
beneficent
Calypso
,
to
whom
the
rumours
of
the
world
did
not
penetrate
,
as
she
dwelt
in
her
sequestered
island
,
amusing
herself
with
divine
songs
and
a
quick-footed
steed
.
Had
she
no
servants
but
Andres
?
The
place
seemed
silent
,
buried
in
deep
sleep
.
No
footfall
was
heard
about
it
;
no
sound
but
the
murmuring
cascade
;
no
voice
within
or
without
.
Neither
did
Hippolyta
appear
to
expect
attendance
.
Did
she
abide
all
alone
,
like
this
,
whenever
Colonel
Valence
was
absent
?
She
had
described
him
as
living
very
little
at
Falside
.
It
was
an
extraordinary
manner
of
passing
her
existence
for
a
young
girl
,
especially
one
so
bright
and
vivacious
as
Hippolyta
.
Was
it
imaginable
that
she
liked
or
could
endure
it
long
?
At
this
point
in
his
meditations
the
lady
offéred
him
a
cup
of
the
ambrosia
she
had
been
preparing
.
It
was
very
good
.
Rupert
felt
like
a
new
being
when
he
had
drunk
it
;
moreover
,
he
secretly
resolved
to
look
upon
it
as
the
enchanting
draught
which
henceforth
bound
him
to
exist
under
the
governance
and
in
the
toils
of
Hippolyta
.
It
was
her
own
doing
,
and
he
would
always
plead
it
in
excuse
if
she
wished
him
to
become
a
stranger
again
.
But
that
he
thought
impossible
after
the
events
of
the
day
.
'
Do
you
live
at
Falside
by
yourself
?
'
he
ventured
to
ask
.
'
It
depends
on
my
father
,
'
she
replied
;
'
I
see
nothing
,
and
I
desire
to
see
nothing
,
of
what
is
called
the
world
.
No
fashionable
lady
ever
comes
to
me
,
and
the
only
one
I
wish
to
know
is
Lady
May
Davenant
.
But
Falside
,
though
solitary
just
now
,
is
not
so
for
the
most
part
.
My
father
calls
it
the
refuge
of
the
destitute
.
There
is
seldom
a
month
that
some
unfortunate
man
,
pursued
by
the
continental
police
,
does
not
make
his
way
to
our
retreat
.
The
room
you
will
sleep
in
to-night
has
been
a
hiding-place
for
the
most
distinguished
revolutionists
,
from
Mazzini
to
Felix
Pyat
.
So
that
it
is
no
new
thing
,
you
see
,
'
she
added
,
laughing
,
'
for
me
to
receive
an
illustrious
guest
.
'
'
You
must
have
gone
through
a
strange
experience
,
'
said
Rupert
.
'
But
you
cannot
,
I
suppose
,
have
seen
the
older
men
who
are
Colonel
Valence
's
contemporaries
.
They
have
succeeded
;
and
now
,
if
still
living
,
they
sit
in
the
high
places
of
the
world
.
'
'
That
is
true
,
'
she
replied
;
'
I
never
saw
Mazzini
,
for
example
.
Those
I
know
best
are
the
men
of
the
latest
time
,
cosmopolitan
and
socialist
rather
than
patriotic
.
'
'
Do
they
interest
you
in
life
as
much
as
they
might
in
a
book
?
'
Rupert
could
not
refrain
from
this
question
,
but
his
curiosity
was
not
altogether
personal
.
Hippolyta
did
not
resemble
the
masculine
creature
to
whom
he
would
have
attributed
a
love
of
socialist
theories
or
schemes
of
revolution
.
'
The
men
less
than
their
doctrines
,
and
not
so
much
as
their
adventures
,
'
was
her
unexpected
reply
.
'
Like
the
saints
of
all
religions
,
they
are
repulsive
until
you
come
to
know
them
.
But
I
am
quite
willing
to
minister
to
their
wants
.
It
is
the
only
way
in
which
I
can
help
the
good
cause
.
Some
,
too
,
have
a
strangely
captivating
eloquence
,
like
Kossuth
.
But
he
and
the
Hungarians
belong
to
the
aristocracy
of
revolution
;
and
now
they
have
set
their
crown
of
St.
Stephen
on
the
head
of
an
anointed
king
,
I
fear
that
they
will
think
no
more
of
their
down-trodden
brethren
all
over
Europe
.
Even
Kossuth
,
with
his
hatred
of
the
House
of
Austria
,
is
at
heart
a
political
revolutionist
and
nothing
more
.
'
She
spoke
warmly
,
and
Rupert
listened
with
admiration
and
suprise
.
He
did
not
pretend
to
feel
much
with
those
that
desire
universal
change
.
He
was
an
artist
,
and
dreaded
the
advent
of
democracy
.
But
he
could
have
worshipped
any
doctrine
which
came
to
him
impersonated
in
such
a
form
.
However
,
he
was
spared
making
his
profession
of
faith
;
for
Andres
,
coming
in
as
Hippolyta
finished
speaking
,
announced
that
the
stranger
's
room
was
ready
.
Glanville
rose
.
He
could
think
of
more
things
than
one
at
a
time
,
and
he
had
made
up
his
mind
,
while
reflecting
on
Hippolyta
's
eloquence
,
as
to
what
it
behoved
him
to
do
.
'
Miss
Valence
,
'
he
said
,
going
up
to
her
,
'
I
can
never
thank
you
for
such
great
kindness
as
you
have
done
and
intend
for
me
.
But
I
am
quite
sure
that
I
ought
to
return
to
Trelingham
.
They
did
not
know
I
was
going
any
distance
;
I
meant
to
have
been
at
the
Court
for
luncheon
.
And
Lord
Trelingham
is
so
considerate
,
so
nervous
,
too
,
since
the
shipwreck
,
that
if
I
stay
out
they
will
spend
the
night
in
looking
for
me
.
'
He
spoke
reasonably
,
and
Hippolyta
was
persuaded
.
She
insisted
only
that
he
should
stay
for
dinner
.
Andres
,
who
was
their
coachman
when
they
required
one
,
would
drive
him
,
not
over
the
moor
,
but
round
by
the
good
roads
on
that
side
of
the
country
.
It
would
take
time
,
but
save
mishaps
,
and
Trelingham
might
be
reached
before
midnight
.
When
these
things
were
clear
Rupert
followed
Andres
,
who
took
him
out
of
the
cottage
,
and
by
a
covered
way
up
some
steps
into
another
building
,
almost
as
large
,
that
stood
behind
it
and
contained
kitchen
,
housekeeper
's
room
,
and
two
or
three
guest-chambers
.
An
ancient
lady
,
as
un-English
in
appearance
as
Andres
,
—
she
was
his
wife
,
—
now
took
charge
of
Glanville
,
and
led
him
upstairs
to
a
small
and
plainly
furnished
room
,
where
she
left
him
without
a
word
.
It
was
the
way
at
Falside
to
do
everything
as
silently
as
possible
.
All
manner
of
strange
guests
came
thither
,
many
of
whom
spoke
no
English
and
bore
no
particular
name
while
under
Colonel
Valence
's
roof
.
Whether
Glanville
was
a
refugee
or
an
ordinary
wayfarer
who
had
been
lost
on
the
moor
did
not
signify
to
the
helpmate
of
Andres
,
nor
did
the
good
man
enlighten
her
.
An
old
revolutionist
himself
,
he
had
asked
in
dumb
show
,
on
seeing
him
,
whether
Rupert
was
one
of
theirs
.
Hippolyta
had
used
the
English
fashion
of
shaking
her
head
to
say
no
,
and
Andres
,
by
this
time
somewhat
naturalised
,
understood
,
but
was
not
quite
certain
.
Rupert
came
quickly
down
again
,
and
entered
the
drawing-room
.
But
he
found
no
Hippolyta
.
He
had
leisure
to
look
about
him
now
,
for
he
had
observed
nothing
but
Miss
Valence
's
face
and
motions
while
she
was
making
tea
.
It
was
a
library
rather
than
a
drawing-room
,
with
bookshelves
round
the
walls
,
and
otherwise
somewhat
solidly
furnished
.
But
a
nice
disorder
,
and
the
presence
of
flowers
and
needle-work
,
were
signs
that
Hippolyta
made
it
her
usual
abode
.
On
examining
the
shelves
he
saw
books
in
every
European
langage
,
—
some
with
extraordinary
titles
,
betokening
new
systems
of
philosophy
or
of
government
,
and
a
large
number
of
modern
poets
and
novelists
.
Among
the
latter
were
works
he
had
never
come
across
,
which
it
surprised
him
to
see
in
a
lady
's
collection
.
But
he
reflected
that
,
in
all
likelihood
,
it
was
Colonel
Valence
and
not
Hippolyta
who
studied
these
daring
romances
.
He
could
not
associate
her
with
the
books
that
were
there
.
She
came
in
while
he
was
looking
at
them
.
'
My
father
is
a
great
reader
,
'
she
said
,
'
and
had
taught
me
,
too
,
how
to
read
.
He
prefers
for
enjoyment
the
ancient
authors
.
So
do
I
,
I
think
.
They
have
a
calming
influence
when
one
's
mind
has
been
excited
by
the
works
of
living
men
and
women
.
'
'
Do
you
read
Greek
,
then
?
'
inquired
Glanville
,
taking
out
a
handsomely
bound
volume
,
the
Antigone
of
Sophocles
,
which
happened
to
be
in
front
of
him
.
'
I
suppose
I
may
say
yes
,
'
was
her
answer
.
'
I
have
been
learning
it
for
some
years
.
I
can
read
Antigone
,
and
know
