of light which shone through the gaping rift of a cracked
side-door of the hall of the Muses and fell in a broken reflection on
the floor and the wall of the last room through which she had to pass.
She now entered the large hall which was dimly lighted by the lamps
behind the sculptor's screen, and by several tapers, now burnt down low.
These were standing on a table knocked together out of blocks of wood
and planks at the extreme end of the hall, and behind this her father
was sound asleep.

The deep notes brought out of the sleeper's broad chest, were echoed in
a very uncanny way from the bare walls of the vast empty room, and she
was frightened by them and still more by the long black shadows of the
pillars, that lay, like barriers, across her path. She stood listening
in the middle of the hall and soon recognized in the alarming tones
a sound that was only too familiar. Without a moment's hesitation she
started to run, and hastened to the sleeper, shook him, pushed him,
called him, sprinkled his forehead with water, and appealed to him by
the tenderest names with which her sister Arsinoe was wont to coax him.
When, in spite of all this, he neither spoke nor stirred, she flung the
full light of the lamp on his face. Then she thought she perceived that
a bluish tinge had overspread his bloated features, and she broke into
the deep, agonized, weeping which, a few hours previously had touched
the architect's heart.

There was a sudden stir behind the screens which enclosed the sculptor
and the work in progress. Pollux had been working for a long time
with zeal and pleasure, but at last the steward's snoring had begun to
disturb him. The body of the Muse had already taken a definite form and
he could begin to work out the head with the earliest dawn of day. He
now dropped his arms wearily, for as soon as he ceased to create with
his whole heart and mind he felt tired, and saw plainly that without a
model he could do nothing satisfactory with the drapery of his Urania.
So he pulled his stool up to a great chest full of gypsum to get a
little repose by leaning against it.

But sleep avoided the artist who was too much excited by his rapid
night's work, and as soon as Selene opened the door he sat upright and
peeped through an opening between the frames of his place of retirement.
When he saw the tall draped figure in whose hand a lamp was trembling,
when he watched her cross the spacious hall, and then suddenly stand
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