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The deeppathos of the deep baritone voice were so affecting that it was al out of theat the fantastic patterns of the arden walk, but now I turned to see in Zara's face her appreciation of e had just heard To my surprise she had left the roo up and down the coluaro; and the Prince still sat at the piano,The little page entered with a letter on a silver salver It was for his : "I must leave you to entertain yourselves for ten minutes while I answer this letter Will you excuse me?" and with the ever-courteous salute to us which was part of his manner, he left the room

I still remained at thePrince Ivan still dumbly played the piano There were a few ot up, shut the piano, and approached me

"Do you knohere Zara is?" he demanded in a low, fierce tone

I looked at him in surprise and a little alarlittered so strangely

"No," I answered frankly "I never saw her leave the roohost, or a witch, or an angel, while I was singing the last verse of Swinburne's song Do you knoinburne,at his manner more and more "I only know him, as you do, to be a poet"

"Poet, ," ht hand of his on which sparkled a diamond like a star "I have often wondered if poets feel what they write--whether Swinburne, for instance, ever felt the weight of a dead cold thing within hiion of his heart, "and realized that he had to drag that corpse of unburied love with hirave, and beyond--O God!--beyond the grave!" I touched hiently on the arm I was full of pity for him--his despair was so bitter and keen

"Prince Ivan," I said, "you are excited and overwrought Zarawas finished I am quite sure of that She is kindness itself--her nature is all sweetness and gentleness She would not willingly offend you--"