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"How blest he names, in love's familiar tone, / The kind fair friend by nature marked his own; / And, in the waveless mirror of his mind, / Views the fleet years of pleasure left behind, / Since when her empire o'er his heart began -- / Since first he called her his before the holy man. "
It was not often in the London season that Lady Perivale could taste the pleasures of solitude, a long evening by her own fireside, unbroken by letters, messages, telegrams, sudden inroads of friends breaking in upon her at eleven o'clock, between a dinner and a dance, wanting to know why she had not been at the dinner, and whether she was going to the dance, or dances, of the evening, what accident or caprice had eclipsed their star. But on this night of her return the visitor's bell sounded no more after Susan Rodney left her. The quiet of her house was so strange a thing that it almost scared her.