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dral tower which was her mind。 The truth was that the image of the marble dome which her eyes had first discovered so faintly that it suggested a poet’s forehead and thus started a flock of irrelevant ideas； was no figment； but a reality； and as the ship advanced down the Thames before a favouring gale； the image with all its associations gave place to the truth； and revealed itself as nothing more and nothing less than the dome of a vast cathedral rising among a fretwork of white spires。
‘St Paul’s；’ said Captain Bartolus； who stood by her side。 ‘The Tower of London；’ he continued。 ‘Greenwich Hospital； erected in memory of Queen Mary by her husband； his late majesty； William the Third。 Westminster Abbey。 The Houses of Parliament。’ As he spoke； each of these famous buildings rose to view。 It was a fine September morning。 A myriad of little water–craft plied from bank to bank。 Rarely has a gayer； or more interesting； spectacle presented itself to the gaze of a returned traveller。 Orlando hung over the prow； absorbed in wonder。 Her eyes had been used too long to savages and nature not to be entranced by these urban glories。 That； then； was the dome of St Paul’s which Mr Wren had built during her absence。 Near by； a shock of golden hair burst from a pillar—Captain Bartolus was at her side to inform her that that was the Monument； there had been a plague and a fire during her absence； he said。 Do what she could to restrain them； the tears came to her eyes； until； remembering that it is being in a woman to weep； she let them flow。 Here； she thought； had been the great carnival。 Here； where the waves slapped briskly； had stood the Royal Pavilion。 Here she had first met Sasha。 About here （she looked down into the sparkling waters） one had been used to see the frozen bumboat woman with her apples on her lap。 All that splendour and corruption was gone。 Gone； too； was the dark night； the monstrous downpour； the violent surges of the flood。 Here； where yellow icebergs had raced circling with a crew of terror–stricken wretches on top； a covey of swans floated； orgulous； undulant； superb。 London itself had pletely changed since she had last seen it。 Then； she remembered； it had been a huddle of little black； beetle–browed houses。 The heads of rebels had grinned on pikes at Temple Bar。 The cobbled pavements had reeked of garbage and ordure。 Now； as the ship sailed past Wapping； she caught glimpses of broad and orderly thoroughfares。 Stately coaches drawn by teams of well–fed horses stood at the doors of houses whose bow windows； whose plate glass； whose polished knockers； testified to the wealth and modest dignity of the dwellers within。 Ladies in flowered silk （she put the Captain’s glass to her eye） walked on raised footpaths。 Citizens in broidered coats took snuff at street corners under lamp–posts。 She caught sight of a variety of painted signs swinging in the breeze and could form a rapid notion from what was painted on them of the tobacco； of the stuff； of the silk； of the gold； of the silver ware； of the gloves； of the perfumes； and of a thousand other articles which were sold within。 Nor could she do more as the ship sailed to its anchorage by London Bridge than glance at coffee–house windows where； on balconies； since the weather was fine； a great number of decent citizens sat at ease； with china dishes in front of them； clay pipes by their sides； while one among them read from a news sheet； and was frequently interrupted by the laughter or the ments of the others。 Were these taverns； were these wits； were these poets？ she asked of Captain Bartolus； who obligingly informed her that even now—if she turned her head a little to the left and looked along the line of his first finger—so—they were passing the Cocoa Tree； where；—yes； there he was—one might see Mr Addison taking his coffee； the other two gentlemen—’there； Ma’am； a little to the right of the lamp–post； one of ‘em humped； t’other much the same as you or me’—were Mr Dryden and Mr Pope。’ ‘Sad dogs；’ said the Captain； by which he meant that they were Papists； ‘but men of parts； none the less；’ he added； hurrying aft to superintend the arrangements for landing。 （The Captain must have been mistaken； as a reference to any textbook of literature will show； but the mistake was a kindly one； and so we let it stand。）
‘Addison； Dryden； Pope；’ Orlando repeated as if the words were an incantation。 For one moment she saw the high mountains above Broussa； the next； she had set her foot upon her native shore。
But now Orlando was to learn how little the most tempestuous flutter of excitement avails against the iron countenance of the law； how harder than the stones of London Bridge it is； and than the lips of a cannon more severe。 No sooner had she returned to her home in Blackfriars than she was made aware by a succession of Bow Street runners and other grave emissaries from the Law Courts that she was a party to three major suits which had been preferred against her during her absence； as well as innumerable minor litigations； some arising out of； others depending on them。 The chief charges against her were （1） that she was dead； and therefore could not hold any property whatsoever； （2） that she was a woman； which amounts to much the same thing； （3） that she was an English Duke who had married one Rosina Pepita； a dancer； and had had by her three sons； which sons now declaring that their father was deceased； claimed that all his property descended to them。 Such grave charges as these would； of course； take time and money to dispose of。 All her estates were put in Chancery and her titles pronounced in abeyance while the suits were under litigation。 Thus it was in a highly ambiguous condition； uncertain whether she was alive or dead； man or woman； Duke or nonentity； that she posted down to her country seat； where； pending the legal judgment； she had the Law’s permission to reside in a state of incognito or incognita； as the case might turn out to be。
It was a fine evening in December when she arrived and the snow was falling and the violet shadows were slanting much as she had seen them from the hill–top at Broussa。 The great house lay more like a town than a house； brown and blue； rose and purple in the snow； with all its chimneys smoking busily as if inspired with a life of their own。 She could not restrain a cry as she saw it there tranquil and massive； couched upon the meadows。 As the yellow coach entered the park and came bowling along the drive between the trees； the red deer raised their heads as if expectantly； and it was observed that instead of showing the timidity natural to their kind； they followed the coach and stood about the courtyard when it drew up。 Some tossed their antlers； others pawed the ground as the step was let down and Orlando alighted。 One； it is said； actually knelt in the snow before her。 She had not time to reach her hand towards the knocker before both wings of the great door were flung open； and there； with lights and torches held above their heads； were Mrs Grimsditch； Mr Dupper； and a whole retinue of servants e to greet her。 But the orderly procession was interrupted first by the impetuosity of Canute； the elk–hound； who threw himself with such ardour upon his mistress that he almost knocked her to the ground； next； by the agitation of Mrs Grimsditch； who； making as if to curtsey； was overe with emotion and could do no more than gasp Milord！ Milady！ Milady！ Milord！ until Orlando forted her with a hearty kiss upon both her cheeks。 After that； Mr Dupper began to read from a parchment； but the dogs barking； the huntsmen winding their horns； and the stags； who had e into the courtyard in the confusion； baying the moon； not much progress was made； and the pany dispersed within after crowding about their Mistress； and testifying in every way to their great joy at her return。
No one showed an instant’s suspicion that Orlando was not the Orlando they had known。 If any doubt there was in the human mind the action of the deer and the dogs would have been enough to dispel it； for the dumb creatures； as is well known； are far better judges both of identity and character than we are。 Moreover； said Mrs Grimsditc