By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended.
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