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Lady Anne was the first to hear the sound of approaching footsteps. She listened. It was not Madame Christophor who returned. She laid her hand upon Julien's arm. "It is Jean, the butler, who comes," she whispered. "He conducts some one." On the threshold of the winter-garden, only a short distance away, they heard Jean's voice.
Is it not more than royal wealth to have sun and frost, Gulf-stream and south-westers, laws of geology, phytology, physiology, and other ologies in a word, the whole universe and the powers thereof, day and night, paving, planting, roofing, lighting, colouring my winter-garden for me, without my even having the trouble to rub a magic ring and tell the genii to go to work? Yes.
All is there for you to see, if you will but rid yourself of 'that idol of space; and Nature, as everyone will tell you who has seen dissected an insect under the microscope, is as grand and graceful in her smallest as in her hugest forms. The March breeze is chilly: but I can be always warm if I like in my winter-garden.
I don't know anything about him; he is a gentleman whom I met at the watering-places; he passed before us in the winter-garden at the embassy; I called him to play off this joke; he answered the second day after by giving me, very gallantly, a nice little thrust with his sword. But don't let us talk of this nonsense. I come to beg a cup of tea."
Now go to madame, and tell her I beg she will retire to the winter-garden, and not come out of it in any case or for any noise." The valet obeyed, and I girded on my sword again, put on my képi, and went downstairs. The porter had locked the entrance, but a loud muttering and battering noise was heard from the outside. "Open the door!"
Pretending to reflect upon these things, but in reality watching the blue-jays, who are pecking at the purple berries of the woodbine on the south gable, I approach the house. Polly is picking up chestnuts on the sward, regardless of the high wind which rattles them about her head and upon the glass roof of her winter-garden.
Slowly I wander on beneath the warm roof of the winter-garden, and meditate upon that one word Life; and specially on all that Mr. Lewes has written so well thereon for instance 'We may consider Life itself as an ever-increasing identification with Nature.
She bent her head to her protectress, looked for a moment with a steady, compassionate attention at Horace Holmcroft, and, slowly crossing the room, entered the winter-garden. The eyes of Horace followed her, as long as she was in view, with a curious contradictory expression of admiration and disapproval. When she had passed out of sight the admiration vanished, but the disapproval remained.
It had all happened so suddenly that last, unpremeditated dance, those tense, vibrant moments in the winter-garden, then the jarring interruption of other couples seeking its fragrant coolness. And she and Michael suddenly apart. Afterwards, only the barest conventionalities had passed between them. Nothing else had seemed possible.
In front is the dancing-gallery. To the right, as you see, is the lounge leading into the winter-garden. The gymnasium is closed until midnight. Any other part of the place please explore at your leisure, but I am going to ask you one thing. I want you to meet me in a room which I will show you, at a quarter to twelve." He led them down one of the corridors which opened from the hall.
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