Chapter X.—“The Burglary at Rostrellor Court.”In the meantime the elegant Monsieur Choisy-Hautville had been enjoying what he was certain was one of the most thrilling days of his life, for he had been burning incense before the shrine of beauty, and the lights upon the altar there were the flower-blue eyes of the pretty Angela Lendon.
Now it is one of the great mysteries of life why perfectly sane and well-balanced individuals should suddenly one day come to conceive that some number of the opposite s*x fulfils all the requirements of absolute perfection and delight.
The conception may come to those even with wide experience of the world, who hold most treasured memories of many adorations, and who have bent to the winds of unnumbered loves and passions.
It is a form of madness, defyin
