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e wild for love of him。。。A thousand； thousand kisses to Tom； Gerry； Peter； and dearest Mew’ ＇presumably her cat＇。
From the Gazette of the time； we gather that ‘as the clock struck twelve； the Ambassador appeared on the centre Balcony which was hung with priceless rugs。 Six Turks of the Imperial Body Guard； each over six foot in height； held torches to his right and left。 Rockets rose into the air at his appearance； and a great shout went up from the people； which the Ambassador acknowledged； bowing deeply； and speaking a few words of thanks in the Turkish language； which it was one of his acplishments to speak with fluency。 Next； Sir Adrian Scrope； in the full dress of a British Admiral； advanced； the Ambassador knelt on one knee； the Admiral placed the Collar of the Most Noble Order of the Bath round his neck； then pinned the Star to his breast； after which another gentleman of the diplomatic corps advancing in a stately manner placed on his shoulders the ducal robes； and handed him on a crimson cushion； the ducal coro。’
At length； with a gesture of extraordinary majesty and grace； first bowing profoundly； then raising himself proudly erect； Orlando took the golden circlet of strawberry leaves and placed it； with a gesture which none that saw it ever forgot； upon his brows。 It was at this point that the first disturbance began。 Either the people had expected a miracle—some say a shower of gold was prophesied to fall from the skies—which did not happen； or this was the signal chosen for the attack to begin； nobody seems to know； but as the coro settled on Orlando’s brows a great uproar rose。 Bells began ringing； the harsh cries of the prophets were heard above the shouts of the people； many Turks fell flat to the ground and touched the earth with their foreheads。 A door burst open。 The natives pressed into the banqueting rooms。 Women shrieked。 A certain lady； who was said to be dying for love of Orlando； seized a candelabra and dashed it to the ground。 What might not have happened； had it not been for the presence of Sir Adrian Scrope and a squad of British bluejackets； nobody can say。 But the Admiral ordered the bugles to be sounded； a hundred bluejackets stood instantly at attention； the disorder was quelled； and quiet； at least for the time being； fell upon the scene。
So far； we are on the firm； if rather narrow； ground of ascertained truth。 But nobody has ever known exactly what took place later that night。 The testimony of the sentries and others seems； however； to prove that the Embassy was empty of pany； and shut up for the night in the usual way by two A。M。 The Ambassador was seen to go to his room； still wearing the insignia of his rank； and shut the door。 Some say he locked it； which was against his custom。 Others maintain that they heard music of a rustic kind； such as shepherds play； later that night in the courtyard under the Ambassador’s window。 A washer–woman； who was kept awake by toothache； said that she saw a man’s figure； wrapped in a cloak or dressing gown； e out upon the balcony。 Then； she said； a woman； much muffled； but apparently of the peasant class； was drawn up by means of a rope which the man let down to her on to the balcony。 There； the washer–woman said； they embraced passionately ‘like lovers’； and went into the room together； drawing the curtains so that no more could be seen。
Next morning； the Duke； as we must now call him； was found by his secretaries sunk in profound slumber amid bed clothes that were much tumbled。 The room was in some disorder； his coro having rolled on the floor； and his cloak and garter being flung all of a heap on a chair。 The table was littered with papers。 No suspicion was felt at first； as the fatigues of the night had been great。 But when afternoon came and he still slept； a doctor was summoned。 He applied remedies which had been used on the previous occasion； plasters； tles； emetics； etc。； but without success。 Orlando slept on。 His secretaries then thought it their duty to examine the papers on the table。 Many were scribbled over with poetry； in which frequent mention was made of an oak tree。 There were also various state papers and others of a private nature concerning the management of his estates in England。 But at length they came upon a document of far greater significance。 It was nothing less； indeed； than a deed of marriage； drawn up； signed； and witnessed between his Lordship； Orlando； Knight of the Garter； etc。； etc。； etc。； and Rosina Pepita； a dancer； father unknown； but reputed a gipsy； mother also unknown but reputed a seller of old iron in the market–place over against the Galata Bridge。 The secretaries looked at each other in dismay。 And still Orlando slept。 Morning and evening they watched him； but； save that his breathing was regular and his cheeks still flushed their habitual deep rose； he gave no sign of life。 Whatever science or ingenuity could do to waken him they did。 But still he slept。
On the seventh day of his trance （Thursday； May the 10th） the first shot was fired of that terrible and bloody insurrection of which Lieutenant Brigge had detected the first symptoms。 The Turks rose against the Sultan； set fire to the town； and put every foreigner they could find； either to the sword or to the bastinado。 A few English managed to escape； but； as might have been expected； the gentlemen of the British Embassy preferred to die in defence of their red boxes； or； in extreme cases； to swallow bunches of keys rather than let them fall into the hands of the Infidel。 The rioters broke into Orlando’s room； but seeing him stretched to all appearances dead they left him untouched； and only robbed him of his coro and the robes of the Garter。
And now again obscurity descends； and would indeed that it were deeper！ Would； we almost have it in our hearts to exclaim； that it were so deep that we could see nothing whatever through its opacity！ Would that we might here take the pen and write Finis to our work！ Would that we might spare the reader what is to e and say to him in so many words； Orlando died and was buried。 But here； alas； Truth； Candour； and Honesty； the austere Gods who keep watch and ward by the inkpot of the biographer