I did n't half like this counsel, Tom; it was rather an obtrusive line
of policy, but what was to be done? I thought for a few minutes, and,
seeing no chance of anything better, resolved to adopt it. At ten
o'clock, then, behold me ascending a splendidly illuminated staircase,
with marble statues on either side, half hid amidst all manner of rare
and beautiful plants. Crowds of splendidly dressed people are wending
their way upward with myself--doubtless with lighter hearts--which was
not a difficult matter. At the top, I find myself in a dense crowd,
all a blaze of diamonds and decorations, gorgeous uniforms and jewelled
dresses of the most costly magnificence.
I assure you I was perfectly lost in wonderment and admiration. The
glare of wax-lights, the splendor of the apartments themselves, and the
air of grandeur on every side actually dazzled and astounded me. At each
instant I heard the title of Duke and Prince given to some one or other.
"Your Highness is looking better;" "I trust your Grace will dance;" "Is
the Princess here?" "Pray present me to the Duchess." Egad, Tom, I felt
I was really in the very centre of that charmed circle of which one
hears so much and yet sees so little.
I need n't say that I knew nobody, and I own to you it was a great
relief to me that nobody knew _me_. Where should I find the Minister in
all this chaos of splendor, and if I did succeed, how obtain the means
of addressing him? These were very puzzling questions to be solved, and
by a brain turning with excitement, and half wild between astonishment
and apprehension. On I went, through room after room,--there seemed no
end to this gorgeous display. Here they were crushed together, so that
stars, crosses, epaulettes, diamond coronets, and jewelled arms seemed
all one dense mass; here they were broken into card-parties; here they
were at billiards; here dancing; and here all were gathered around a
splendid buffet, where the pop, pop of champagne corks explained the
lively sallies of the talkers. I was not sorry to find something like
refreshment; indeed, I thought my courage stood in need of a glass of
wine, and so I set myself vigorously to pierce the firm and compact
crowd in front of me. My resolve had scarcely been taken, when I felt a
gentle but close pressure within my arm, and on looking down, saw three
fingers of a white-gloved hand on my wrist.
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