It is only necessary to say that he was in a reverential
condition, and that is saying a great deal for Mr. Blithers. A
certain bombastic confidence in himself gave way to mellow timidity.
He was in a new world. He was cognisant of a distinct sensation of
awe. His ruthless Wall Street tread became a mincing, uncertain
shuffle; he could not conquer the absurd notion that he ought to tip-
toe his way about these ancient halls with their thick, velvety rugs
and whispering shadows.
Everywhere about him was pomp, visible and invisible. It was in the
great stairway, the vaulted ceilings, the haughty pillars, over all
of which was the sheen of an age that surpassed his comprehension.
Rigid servitors watched his progress through the vast spaces--men
with grim, unsmiling faces. He knew, without seeing, that this huge
pile was alive with noble lords and ladies: The court! Gallantry and
beauty to mock him with their serene indifference!
Somewhere in this great house beautiful women were idling, or
feasting, or dreaming. He was conscious of their presence all about
him, and shrank slightly as he wondered if they were scrutinising his
ungainly person.
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