He went to the opera, and they seemed to smile at him from the stage; he walked home in the starlight--they were smiling at him from the stars; he tried to sleep--they haunted him; none had followed him as those eyes did.
"I think my heart and brain are on fire," he said to himself.

"I will go and look once again at the fair young face; perhaps if she smiles at me or speaks to me I shall be cured." He went; it was noon when he reached the Duke of Hazlewood's mansion.

He inquired for the duchess, and was told she had gone to Hampton Court.

He repeated the words in surprise.
"Hampton Court!" he said.

"Are you quite sure ?" "Yes, my lord," was the footman's reply.