The top of the column was quite changed. The tub-shaped space within the

parapet, formerly open to the air and sun, was now arched over by a light

dome of lath-work covered with felt. But this dome was not fixed. At

the line where its base descended to the parapet there were half a dozen

iron balls, precisely like cannon-shot, standing loosely in a groove, and

on these the dome rested its whole weight. In the side of the dome was a

slit, through which the wind blew and the North Star beamed, and towards

it the end of the great telescope was directed. This latter magnificent

object, with its circles, axes, and handles complete, was securely fixed

in the middle of the floor.

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'But you can only see one part of the sky through that slit,' said she.

The astronomer stretched out his arm, and the whole dome turned

horizontally round, running on the balls with a rumble like thunder.

Instead of the star Polaris, which had first been peeping in through the

slit, there now appeared the countenances of Castor and Pollux.

Swithin then manipulated the equatorial, and put it through its capabilities in

like manner.

She was enchanted; being rather excitable she even clapped her hands just

once. She turned to him: 'Now are you happy?' 'But it is all _yours_, Lady Constantine.' 'At this moment. But that's a defect which can soon be remedied. When

is your birthday?' 'Next month,--the seventh.' 'Then it shall all be yours,--a birthday present.' The young man protested; it was too much.

'No, you must accept it all,--equatorial, dome stand, hut, and everything

that has been put here for this astronomical purpose. The possession of

these apparatus would only compromise me. Already they are reputed to be

yours, and they must be made yours. There is no help for it. If ever'

(here her voice lost some firmness),--'if ever you go away from me,--from

this place, I mean,--and marry, and settle in a new home elsewhere for

good, and forget me, you must take these things, equatorial and all, and

never tell your wife or anybody how they came to be yours.' 'I wish I could do something more for you!' exclaimed the much-moved astronomer. 'If you could but share my fame,--supposing I get any, which I may die before doing,--it would be a little compensation. As to my

going away and marrying, I certainly shall not. I may go away, but I

shall never marry.' 'Why not?' 'A beloved science is enough wife for me,--combined, perhaps, with a

little warm friendship with one of kindred pursuits.' 'Who is the friend of kindred pursuits?' 'Yourself I should like it to be.' 'You would have to become a woman before I could be that, publicly; or I

a man,' she replied, with dry melancholy.




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