distant reflection of flame over the dark shadows moving in search

of a breath of air about the walks at its farther end. And this

trembling of walls and this red glow of light seemed to betoken a

great ultimate conflagration in which the fabric of an ancient honor

was cracking and burning on every side. The shy early beginnings of

gaiety, of which Fauchery one April evening had heard the vocal

expression in the sound of breaking glass, had little by little

grown bolder, wilder, till they had burst forth in this festival.