"Nonsense! go and look again."
"It is of no use, Mr. Dalton; you, who are as well acquainted with the personal appearance of his Highness as I am, you have been deceived,--if I have."
"Nalson, do you believe that this person is an impostor?" said Dalton, pointing at myself.
"Who? Mr. De Vere, Sir?"
"If, then, you know at sight that this gentleman is my friend Mr. De Vere, why do you hesitate about the other?"
"But the imitation is perfect. And there is Rêve de Noir."
"Yes, did Rêve de Noir recognize you?"
"I have not caught his eye. You know, Sir, that this Rêve is not, and never was, like other men; he is a devil. One knows, and one does not know him."
"Were you at the door when the Duke entered?"
"I think not; at least--I cannot tell. When I first saw him, he was in the room, speaking with Madam Denslow."
"Nalson, you have done wrong; no one should have entered unannounced. Send the doorkeeper to me."
The doorkeeper came; a gigantic negro, magnificently attired.
"Jupiter, you were at the door when the Duke of Rosecouleur entered?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Did the Duke and his man come in a carriage?"
"Yes, Sir,--a hack."
"You may go. They are not devils," said Dalton, musingly, "or they would not have come in a carriage."
"You seem to have studied the spiritual mode of locomotion," said I.
Dalton frowned. "This is serious, De Vere."
"What mean you?"
"I mean that Denslow is a bankrupt."
"Explain yourself."
"You know what an influence he carries in political circles. The G----rs, the S----es, and their kind, have more talent, but Denslow enjoys the secret of popularity."
"Well, I know it."
"In the middle counties, where he owns vast estates, and has been liberal to debtors and tenants, he carries great favor; both parties respect him for his ignorance and pomposity, which they mistake for simplicity and power, as usual. The estates are mortgaged three deep, and will not hold out a year. The shares of the Millionnaire's Hotel and the Poor Man's Bank in the B----y are worthless. Denslow's railroad schemes have absorbed the capital of those concerns."
"But he had three millions."
"Nominally. This palace has actually sunk his income."
"Madness!"
"Wisdom, if you will listen."
"I am all attention."
"The use of money is to create and hold power. Denslow was certain of the popular and county votes; he needed only the aristocratic support, and the A---- people would have made him Senator."
"Fool, why was he not satisfied with his money?"
"Do you call the farmer fool, because he is not satisfied with the soil, but wishes to grow wheat thereon? Money is the soil of power. For much less than a million one may gratify the senses; great fortunes are not for sensual luxuries, but for those of the soul. To the facts, then. The advent of this mysterious duke,--whom I doubt,--hailed by Denslow and Honoria as a piece of wonderful good-fortune, has already shaken him and ruined the _prestige_ of his wife. They are mad and blind."
"Tell me, in plain prose, the _how_ and the _why_."
"De Vere, you are dull. There are three hundred people in the rooms of the Denslow Palace; these people are the 'aristocracy.' They control the sentiments of the 'better class.' Opinion, like dress, descends from them. They no longer respect Denslow, and their women have seen the weakness of Honoria."
"Yes, but Denslow still has 'the people.'"
