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A month had passed away. Leafy June had melted into the languid embrace of her twin sister, and rudely August was at hand. There had not been much change, save that Sir Percival had taken a dignified revenge upon Armstrong and Company, and the Professor's show had been a genuine success.
The great hall was a blaze of light, and Westport's chivalry had gathered there. The magnates of the busy town arrayed in solemn rows to witness the performance which had made such a stir in the place. Sir Percival and his son, the former, protesting against all such trickery and humbug, yet curious withal, were seated side by side with Mark Lockwood and his daughter, and next to them Philip Speedwell, a smile of incredulity on his face, and a hope in his heart that Signor Sartori might speedily be confounded.