Chapter 24
THE DRAWING-ROOM. He opened a door into one of the smaller compartments of the drawing-room, looked, crept in, and closed the door behind him. Lufa was there--alone! He durst not approach her, but if he seated himself in a certain corner, he could see her and she him! He did not, however, apprehend that the corner he had chosen was entirely in shadow, or reflect that the globe of a lamp was almost straight between them. He thought she saw him, but she did not. The room seemed to fold him round with softness as he entered from the dreary night; and he could not help being pervaded by the warmth, and weakened by the bodily comfort. He sat and gazed at his goddess--a mere idol, seeming, not being, until he hardly knew whether she was actually before him, or only present to his thought. She
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