“To think that I should hold within my hands the destinies of those whom
most of all the world I hate!” muttered he, as he turned the key and
threw back the lid. The box was empty! With a wild cry, like the accent
of intense bodily pain, he sprang up and dashed both hands into the
vacant space, and then held them up before his eyes, like one who could
not credit the evidence of his own senses. The moment was a terrible
one, and for a few seconds the staring eyeballs and quivering lips
seemed to threaten the access of a fit; but reason at last assumed the
mastery, and he sat down before the table and leaned his head upon it to
think. Twice before in life had it been his lot to lose a fortune at
one turn of the die, but never before had he staked all the revengeful
feelings of his bad heart, which, baffled in their flow, now came back
upon himself.
He sat thus for nigh an hour; and when he arose at last, his features
were worn as though by a long illness; and as he moved his fingers
through his hair, it came away in masses, like that of a man after
fever.
CHAPTER XXVI. AN UNDERSTANDING BETWEEN THE DUPE AND HIS VICTIM
So, then, we meet at last.--Harold.
As the rooms began to fill with company, costumed in every variety
that taste, fancy, or absurdity could devise, many were surprised that
neither was there a host to bid them welcome, nor was there any lady
to perform the accustomed honors of reception. The nature of the
entertainment, to a certain extent, took off from the awkwardness of
this want. In a masquerade, people either go to assume a part, or to be
amused by the representation of others, and are less dependent on the
attentions of the master or mistress of the house; so that, however
struck at first by the singularity of a _fête_ without the presence of
the giver, pleasure, ministered to by its thousand appliances, overcame
this feeling, and few ever thought more of him beneath whose roof they
were assembled.
The rooms were splendid in their decoration, lighted _a giomo_, and
ornamented with flowers of the very rarest kind. The music consisted of
a celebrated orchestra and a regimental band, who played alternately;
the guests, several hundred in number, were all attired in fancy
costumes, in which every age and nation found its type; while characters
from well-known fictions abounded, many of them admirably sustained, and
dressed with a pomp and splendor that told the wealth of the wearers.
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