The Duke took his cigarette-case from his pocket and lighted a cigarette.
Suddenly he lost his bored air; his face lighted up; and he said joyfully: "Of course, why didn't I think of it?
Why should we start from a pit of gloom like this?
Let us have the proper illumination which our enterprise deserves." With that he set about lighting all the lamps in the hall.

There were lamps on stands, lamps on brackets, lamps on tables, and lamps which hung from the roof--old-fashioned lamps with new reservoirs, new lamps of what is called chaste design, brass lamps, silver lamps, and lamps in porcelain.

The Duke lighted them one after another, patiently, missing none, with a cold perseverance.

The operation was punctuated by exclamations from Germaine.

They were all to the effect that she could not understand how he could be such a fool.