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 In the midst of the vacillant spectres secure to one real true thing. And April arrived and the sward to the foot was spongily tender and wet, And the ice-bound brooks broke loose and ran singing a canzonet, And coral the maple-buds shone overhead, and mayweed and thistles and dill Were springing as if but to honor and please sweet arbutus-laden Saville, And Kyrle stood erect and majestic, awaiting her, seeming again Sovereign and lord of his turbulent fate, self-poised and a man among men. He had something to tell her—yet where was the need? Her knowledge preceded his own— She must have incited her lady L’Estrange, a power behind the throne,— The picture was sold to that lady, no more should it languish unseen, But was called to its rightful station, the home of a social queen, And the lady had paid a liberal price, almost a fabulous sum; A monarch’s fee, and ’twas through Saville that this fortunate chance had come, 48