of this little home where peace and pure content dwelt happily in seclusion � but this was not all there was something else in my mind � something inexplicable and sad � which then i had no skill to define i know now what it was � but the knowledge comes too late returning to my own i saw through the trees a vivid red light in one of the upper windows of it like a lurid star and i guided my steps by its brilliancy as i made my way across the winding garden paths the sorrows of satan and back to the house entering the hall the page in scarlet and gold met me and with a respectful escorted me to my room where was in waiting has the prince retired i asked him yes sir he has a red lamp in his window has he not looked meditative yet i fancied i saw him smile i think yes � i believe he has sir i asked no more questions but allowed him to perform his duties as in silence good night sir he said at last his eyes fastened upon me with an look good night i responded indifferently he left the room with his usual cat like stealthy tread and when he had gone i � by a sudden fresh impulse of hatred for him � sprang to the door and locked it then i listened with an odd nervous there was not a sound for fully quarter of an hour i remained with my attention more or less strained expectant of i knew not what but the quiet of the house was absolutely undisturbed with a sigh of relief i flung myself on the luxurious bed � a couch fit for a king draped with the richest satin embroidered � and falling soundly asleep i dreamed that i was poor again poor � but happy � and hard at work in the old lodging writing down thoughts which i knew by some divine and beyond all doubt would bring me the whole world s honour again i heard the sounds of the played by my unseen neighbour next door and this time they were and of joy without one throb of sorrow and while i wrote on in an ecstasy of inspiration of poverty and pain i heard echoing through my visions the round of the and saw in the far distance an angel floating towards me on of light with the face of the sorrows of satan the morning broke clear with all the pure tints of a fine in the sky never had i beheld such a fair scene as the woods and gardens of when i looked upon them that day by the sunlight of a spring half melting into summer my heart swelled with pride as i surveyed the beautiful domain i now owned � and thought how happy a home it would make when in her loveliness shared with me its charm and luxury yes i said half aloud say what philosophers will the possession of money does satisfaction and power it is all very well to talk about fame but what is fame worth if like one is too poor to enjoy it besides literature no longer holds its former high � there are too many in the field � too many newspaper all believing they are � too many ill educated lady and new women who think they are as gifted as sand or with and i ought to be able to resign the idea of fame � literary fame � with a good grace knew i reasoned with myself � i knew that my for a place among the truly great of the world was as strong as ever � i knew i for the intellectual distinction force and pride which make the a terror and a power in the land and so a great poet or great from the throng that even kings are glad to do him or her honour � but i would not allow my thoughts to dwell on this rapidly vanishing point of desire i settled my mind to enjoy the of the immediate present as a bee settles in the cup of honey flowers � and leaving my bedroom i went downstairs to breakfast with in the best and of the sorrows of satan not a cloud on the day he said meeting me with a smile as i entered the bright morning room whose windows opened on the lawn the will be a brilliant success thanks to you i answered personally i am quite in the dark as to your plans � but i believe you can do nothing that is not well done you honour me he said with a light laugh you credit me then with better qualities than the creator for what he does in the opinion of the present generation is exceedingly ill done men have taken to grumbling at him instead of him � and few have any patience with or liking for his laws i laughed well you must admit those laws are very arbitrary they are i entirely acknowledge the fact we sat down to table and were waited upon by servants who apparently had no idea of anything else but attendance on our needs there was no trace of bustle or excitement in the household � no sign whatever to that a great entertainment was about to take place that day it was not until the close of our meal that i asked what time the would arrive he glanced at his watch about noon i should say he replied perhaps before but whatever their hour they will all be in their places at the proper moment depend upon it the people i employ � both and � know their business thoroughly and are aware that i stand no nonsense a rather sinister smile played round his mouth as he regarded me 