The Count seemed about to ask further questions, but checked himself.
"The hour makes himself to become late," he said. "I wish to you a very good night, my Lady. I betake myself to my bedto dreamif that indeed I be not dreaming now!" And he hastily left the room.
"Stay awhile, stay awhile!" said the Earl, as I was about to follow the Count. "You are not a guest, you know! Arthur's friend is at home here!"
"Thanks!" I said, as, with true English instincts, we drew our chairs together round the fire-place, though no fire was burningLady Muriel having taken the heap of music on her knee, to have one more search for the strangely-vanished song.
"Don't you sometimes feel a wild longing," she said, addressing herself to me, "to have something more to do with your hands, while you talk, than just holding a cigar, and now and then knocking off the ash? Oh, I know all that you're going to say!" (This was to Arthur, who appeared about to interrupt her.) "The Majesty of Thought supersedes the
