iness now is
to get back into my right road. Who is it who led me astray? There is a
man who spoke to me mysteriously. I remember the words which he
addressed to me. 'My lord, when one door opens another is shut. That
which you have left behind is no longer yours.' In other words, you are
a coward. That man, the miserable wretch! said that to me before I was
well awake. He took advantage of my first moment of astonishment. I was
as it were a prey to him. Where is he, that I may insult him? He spoke
to me with the evil smile of a demon. But see--I am myself again. That
is well. They deceive themselves if they think that they can do what
they like with Lord Clancharlie, a peer of England. Yes, with a peeress,
who is Dea! Conditions! Shall I accept them? The queen! What is the
queen to me? I never saw her. I am not a lord to be made a slave. I
enter my position unfettered. Did they think they had unchained me for
nothing? They have unmuzzled me. That is all. Dea! Ursus! we are
together. That which you were, I was; that which I am, you are. Come.
No. I will go to you directly--directly. I have already waited too long.
What can they think, not seeing me return! That money. When I think I
sent them that money! It was myself that they wanted. I remember the man
said that I could not leave this place. We shall see that. Come! a
carriage, a carriage! put to the horses. I am going to look for them.
Where are the servants? I ought to have servants here, since I am a
lord. I am master here. This is my house. I will twist off the bolts, I
will break the locks, I will kick down the doors, I will run my sword
through the body of any one who bars my passage. I should like to see
who shall stop me. I have a wife, and she is Dea. I have a father, who
is Ursus. My house is a palace, and I give it to Ursus. My name is a
diadem, and I give it to Dea. Quick, directly, Dea, I am coming; yes,
you may be sure that I shall soon stride across the intervening space!"

And raising the first piece of tapestry he came to, he rushed from the
chamber impetuously.

He found himself in a corridor.

He went straight forward.

A second corridor opened out before him.

All the doors were open.

He walked on at random, from chamber to chamber, from passage to
passage, seeking an exit.

CHAPTER II.

THE RESEMBLANCE OF A PALACE TO A WOOD.

In palaces after the Italian fashion, and Corleone Lodge was one, there
were very few doors, but abund