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the prow; absorbed in wonder。 Her eyes had been used too long to savages and nature not to be entranced by these urban glories。 That; then; was the dome of St Paul’s which Mr Wren had built during her absence。 Near by; a shock of golden hair burst from a pillar—Captain Bartolus was at her side to inform her that that was the Monument; there had been a plague and a fire during her absence; he said。 Do what she could to restrain them; the tears came to her eyes; until; remembering that it is being in a woman to weep; she let them flow。 Here; she thought; had been the great carnival。 Here; where the waves slapped briskly; had stood the Royal Pavilion。 Here she had first met Sasha。 About here (she looked down into the sparkling waters) one had been used to see the frozen bumboat woman with her apples on her lap。 All that splendour and corruption was gone。 Gone; too; was the dark night; the monstrous downpour; the violent surges of the flood。 Here; where yellow icebergs had raced circling with a crew of terror–stricken wretches on top; a covey of swans floated; orgulous; undulant; superb。 London itself had pletely changed since she had last seen it。 Then; she remembered; it had been a huddle of little black; beetle–browed houses。 The heads of rebels had grinned on pikes at Temple Bar。 The cobbled pavements had reeked of garbage and ordure。 Now; as the ship sailed past Wapping; she caught glimpses of broad and orderly thoroughfares。 Stately coaches drawn by teams of well–fed horses stood at the doors of houses whose bow windows; whose plate glass; whose polished knockers; testified to the wealth and modest dignity of the dwellers within。 Ladies in flowered silk (she put the Captain’s glass to her eye) walked on raised footpaths。 Citizens in broidered coats took snuff at street corners under lamp–posts。 She caught sight of a variety of painted signs swinging in the breeze and could form a rapid notion from what was painted on them of the tobacco; of the stuff; of the silk; of the gold; of the silver ware; of the gloves; of the perfumes; and of a thousand other articles which were sold within。 Nor could she do more as the ship sailed to its anchorage by London Bridge than glance at coffee–house windows where; on balconies; since the weather was fine; a great number of decent citizens sat at ease; with china dishes in front of them; clay pipes by their sides; while one among them read from a news sheet; and was frequently interrupted by the laughter or the ments of the others。 Were these taverns; were these wits; were these poets? she asked of Captain Bartolus; who obligingly informed her that even now—if she turned her head a little to the left and looked along the line of his first finger—so—they were passing the Cocoa Tree; where;—yes; there he was—one might see Mr Addison taking his coffee; the other two gentlemen—’there; Ma’am; a little to the right of the lamp–post; one of ‘em humped; t’other much the same as you or me’—were Mr Dryden and Mr Pope。’ ‘Sad dogs;’ said the Captain; by which he meant that they were Papists; ‘but men of parts; none the less;’ he added; hurrying aft to superintend the arrangements for landing。 (The Captain must have been mistaken; as a reference to any textbook of literature will show; but the mistake was a kindly one; and so we let it stand。)

‘Addison; Dryden; Pope;’ Orlando repeated as if the words were an incantation。 For one moment she saw the high mountains above Broussa; the next; she had set her foot upon her native shore。

But now Orlando was to learn how little the most tempestuous flutter of excitement avails against the iron countenance of the law; how harder than the stones of London Bridge it is; and than the lips of a cannon more severe。 No sooner had she returned to her home in Blackfriars than she was made aware by a succession of Bow Street runners and other grave emissaries from the Law Courts that she was a party to three major suits which had been preferred against her during her absence; as well as innumerable minor litigations; some arising out of; others depending on them。 The chief charges against her were (1) that she was dead; and therefore could not hold any property whatsoever; (2) that she was a woman; which amounts to much the same thing; (3) that she was an English Duke who had married one Rosina Pepita; a dancer; and had had by her three sons; which sons now declaring that their father was deceased; claimed that all his property descended to them。 Such grave charges as these would; of course; take time and money to dispose of。 All her estates were put in Chancery and her titles pronounced in abeyance while the suits were under litigation。 Thus it was in a highly ambiguous condition; uncertain whether she was alive or dead; man or woman; Duke or nonentity; that she posted down to her country seat; where; pending the legal judgment; she had the Law’s permission to reside in a state of incognito or incognita; as the case might turn out to be。

It was a fine evening in December when she arrived and the snow was falling and the violet shadows were slanting much as she had seen them from the hill–top at Broussa。 The great house lay more like a town than a house; brown and blue; rose and purple in the snow; with all its chimneys smoking busily as if inspired with a life of their own。 She could not restrain a cry as she saw it there tranquil and massive; couched upon the meadows。 As the yellow coach entered the park and came bowling along the drive between the trees; the red deer raised their heads as if expectantly; and it was observed that instead of showing the timidity natural to their kind; they followed the coach and stood about the courtyard when it drew up。 Some tossed their antlers; others pawed the ground as the step was let down and Orlando alighted。 One; it is said; actually knelt in the snow before her。 She had not time to reach her hand towards the knocker before both wings of the great door were flung open; and there; with lights and torches held above their heads; were Mrs Grimsditch; Mr Dupper; and a whole retinue of servants e to greet her。 But the orderly procession was interrupted first by the impetuosity of Canute; the elk–hound; who threw himself with such ardour upon his mistress that he almost knocked her to the ground; next; by the agitation of Mrs Grimsditch; who; making as if to curtsey; was overe with emotion and could do no more than gasp Milord! Milady! Milady! Milord! until Orlando forted her with a hearty kiss upon both her cheeks。 After that; Mr Dupper began to read from a parchment; but the dogs barking; the huntsmen winding their horns; and the stags; who had e into the courtyard in the confusion; baying the moon; not much progress was made; and the pany dispersed within after crowding about their Mistress; and testifying in every way to their great joy at her return。

No one showed an instant’s suspicion that Orlando was not the Orlando they had known。 If any doubt there was in the human mind the action of the deer and the dogs would have been enough to dispel it; for the dumb creatures; as is well known; are far better judges both of identity and character than we are。 Moreover; said Mrs Grimsditch; over her dish of china tea; to Mr Dupper that night; if her Lord was a Lady now; she had never seen a lovelier one; nor was there a penny piece to choose between them; one was as well–favoured as the other; they were as like as two peaches on one branch; which; said Mrs Grimsditch; being confidential; she had always had her suspicions (here she nodded her head very mysteriously); which it was no surprise to her (here she nodded her head very knowingly); and for her part; a very great fort; for what with the towels wanting mending and the curtains in the chaplain’s parlour being moth–eaten round the fringes; it was time they had a Mistress among them。

‘And some little masters and mistresses to e after her;’ Mr Dupper added; being privileged by virtue of his holy office to speak his mind on such delicate matters as these。

So; while the old servants gossiped in the servants’ hall; Orlando took a silver candle in her hand and roamed once more through the halls; the galleries; the courts; the bedrooms; saw loom down at her again the dark visage of this Lord Keeper; that Lord Chamberlain; among her ancestors; sat now in this chair of state; now reclined on that canopy of delight; observed the arras; how it swayed; watched the huntsmen riding and Daphne flying; bathed her hand; as she had loved to do as a child; in the yellow pool of light which the moonlight made falling through the heraldic Leopard in the window; slid along the polished planks of the gallery; the other side of which was rough timber; touched this silk; that satin; fancied the carved dolphins swam; brushed her hair with King James’ silver brush; buried her face in the potpourri; which was made as the Conqueror had taught them many hundred years ago and from the same roses; looked at the garden and imagined the sleeping crocuses; the dormant dahlias; saw the frail nymphs gleaming white in the snow and the great yew hedges; thick as a house; black behind them; saw the orangeries and the giant medlars;—all this she saw; and each sight and sound; rudely as we write it down; filled her heart with such a lust and balm of joy; that at length; tired out; she entered the Chapel and sank into the old red arm–chair in which her ancestors used to hear service。 There she lit a cheroot (’twas a habit she had brought back from the East) and opened the Prayer Book。

It was a little book bound in velvet; stitched with gold; which had been held by Mary Queen of Scots on the scaffold; and the eye of faith could detect a brownish stain; said to be made of a drop of the Royal blood。 But what pious thoughts it roused in Orlando; what evil passions it soothed asleep; who dare say; seeing that of all munions this with the deity is the most inscrutable? Novelist; poet; historian all falter with their hand on that door; nor does the believer himself enlighten us; for is he more ready to die than other people; or more eager to share his goods? Does he not keep as many maids and carriage horses as the rest? and yet with it all; holds a faith he says which should make goods a vanity and death desirable。 In the Queen’s prayerbook; along with the blood–stain; was also a lock of hair and a crumb of pastry; Orlando now added to these keepsakes a flake of tobacco; and so; reading and smoking; was moved by the humane jumble of them all—the hair; the pastry; the blood–stain; the tobacco—to such a mood of contemplation as gave her a reverent air suitable in the circumstances; though she had; it is said; no traffic with the usual God。 Nothing; however; can be more arrogant; though nothing is moner than to assume that of Gods there is only one; and of religions none but the speaker’s。 Orlando; it seemed; had a faith of her own。 With all the religious ardour in the world; she now reflected upon her sins and the imperfections that had crept into her spiritual state。 The letter S; she reflected; is the serpent in the poet’s Eden。 Do what she would there were still too many of these sinful reptiles in the first stanzas of ‘The Oak Tree’。 But ‘S’ was nothing; in her opini

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