You travel not, yet the wonders of earth's various climes are around and about you.

Buried cities are exhumed at your bidding, and their dim palaces glitter once more with burning gold.
And here, above all the Eleusinian mysteries of the human heart are laid bare, without the necessity of revealing your own.

But I am detaining you too long.

Your languid blossoms reproach me.

When you come here again, do not forget that we have here thought and felt in unison." Just as he was leaving the library, Mrs.Linwood entered.