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Updated: May 9, 2025
A breeze danced merrily over the surface of the water. Soft white summer clouds hung so sleepily in the southwest they scarce suggested motion. Seeing the color deepen in Lael's cheeks, and listening to her questions, he surrendered himself to the pleasures of the situation, not the least being the admiration she attracted.
Thither he accordingly bent his steps, followed by the porters of the sedans, and an increasing but respectful assemblage of curious citizens. Scarcely had the progress begun before the Prince, watching through his front window, saw a man approach the side of Lael's chair, and peer into it. His wit served him well and instantly. "'Tis he the insolent! Close up!" he cried, to his porters.
And then I will propose the Brotherhood God help me! But it is for him to invite me. Patience, O my soul!" Extravagances! The exclamation helps us to an understanding of the style he was carrying before the public the silvering on his own black velvet robe, the jewels in Lael's coronet bursting with light, the gorgeous finish of the sedans, the barbaric costuming of Nilo.
We have seen the result of Sergius' interview with the Prince of India, and remember that it was yet early in the morning after Lael's disappearance when, in company with Nilo, he bade the eccentric stranger adieu, and set forth to try his theory respecting the lost girl. About noon he appeared southwest of the Hippodrome in the street leading past the cistern-keeper's abode.
The Sheik proved worthy his fame. So entertaining was he, in fact, I invited him here, and he came." "Did I understand you to say the entertainment took place in Lael's presence?" "She was my companion throughout." "Let us be thankful, little mother." "Ay, Sergius, and that I have witnesses down to the last incident.
Off the site of the present palace of Dolma-Batchi he told of Euphrosyne, the daughter of the Empress Irene; and seeing how the sorrowful fortune of the beautiful child engaged Lael's sympathies, he became interested as a narrator, and failed to notice the unusual warmth tempering the air about Tchiragan.
On the table were the lamp, the clock, the customary writing materials, a fresh map of the heavens, and a perfect diagram of a nativity to be cast. He took the map in his hand, and smiled it was Lael's work. "How she has improved! and how rapidly!" he said aloud, ending a retrospect which began with the hour Uel consented to her becoming his daughter. She was unlettered then, but how helpful now.
Taking a nod from the Princess, he withdrew to give the visitor place. Sergius went first to Irene, and silently kissed her hand; then, leaving her to resume work, he drew a chair to Lael's side. Under his respectful manner there was an ease which only an assurance of welcome could have brought him.
Positive, practical, experienced though he was, the childless man had permitted this fantasy to get possession of him. He actually brought himself to believe Lael's love of him was of that enduring kind.
Then, seeing Uel become serious, he added, "To help thee to my meaning, Lael was my child's name, and she was the image of this one; and as she died when fourteen, thy Lael's age, it is to me as if the tomb had miraculously rendered its victim back to me." "Prince," said Uel, "had I thought she would not be agreeable to you, I should have been sorry."
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