He could not have been standing there long, yet it seemed to him that
long hours parted him from the life he had known before. Presently he
reproached himself for his folly. What had taken place? He had seen a
fair face, that was all--a face that embodied his dream of loveliness.
He had realized his ideal, he had suddenly, and without thinking of it,
found his fate--the figure, the beauty that he had dreamed of all his
life.
Nothing more than that; yet the whole world seemed changed. There was a
brighter light in the blue skies, a new beauty had fallen on the
flowers; in his heart was strange, sweet music; everything was
idealized--glorified. Why? Because he had seen the face that had always
filled his thoughts.
It seemed to him that he had been there long hours, when the door
suddenly opened, and her Grace of Hazlewood entered.
"Norman," she said, as though in sudden wonder, "why did they show you
in here?"
"I knew they were doing wrong," he replied. "This is your own special
sanctum, Philippa?"
"Yes, it is indeed; still, as you are here, you may stay. I want to
speak to you about that Richmond dinner.
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