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 “At Thebes, in a tomb violated by the Arabs, Denon found the little foot of a mummy of marvellous beauty. He contemplated it with extraordinary fervour. ‘It is the foot of a young woman,’ he pondered, ‘of a princess—of a charming creature. No covering has ever marred its perfect shape.’ Denon admired, adored, and loved it. You may see a drawing of this little foot in Denon’s atlas of his journey to Egypt, whose leaves one could turn over upstairs, without going further afield, if only Monsieur Sariette would ever let us see a single volume of his library.”

Sometimes, in bed, Maurice, waking in the middle of the night, thought he heard the sound of pages being turned over in the next room, and the thud of bound volumes falling on the floor.

One morning at five o’clock he was coming home from the club, after a night of bad luck, and while he stood outside the door of the hunting in his pocket for his keys, his ears distinctly heard a voice sighing:

“Knowledge, whither dost thou lead me? Thought, whither dost thou lure me?”

But entering the two rooms he saw nothing, and told himself that his ears must have deceived him.