She still wears the kind of afterglow.
'Chillon's Viennese waltz was played by the band: played a second time, special request, conveyed to the leader by Prince Ferdinand.

True, most true, she longs to be home across the water.

But be it admitted, that to any one loving colour, music, chivalry, the Island of Drab is an exile.
Imagine, then, the strange magnetism drawing her there! Could warmer proof be given?
'Adieu.

Livia's "arch-plotter" will weigh the letter he reads to the smallest fraction of a fraction before he moves a step.
'I could leave it and come to it again and add and add.

I foresee in Livia's mind a dread of the aforesaid "arch," and an interdict.