Without premeditation I placed it at the other end of the room on the floor, in a corner where there was but little light.

It was a dozen yards away from the window.
The result of these preparations entirely upset my preconceived ideas.
None of the arrivals stopped at the bell-glass, where the female was plainly to be seen, the light falling full upon her prison.

Not a glance, not an inquiry.

They all flew to the further end of the room, into the dark corner where I had placed the tray and the empty dish-cover.
They alighted on the wire dome, explored it persistently, beating their wings and jostling one another.

All the afternoon, until sunset, the moths danced about the empty cage the same saraband that the actual presence of the female had previously evoked.