When Lord Arthur woke it was twelve o’clock, and the midday sun was streaming through the ivory-silk curtains of his room.  He got up and looked out of the window.  A dim haze of heat was hanging over the great city, and the roofs of the houses were like dull silver.  In the flickering green of the square below some children were flitting about like white butterflies, and the pavement was crowded with people on their way to the Park.  Never had life seemed lovelier to him, never had the things of evil seemed more remote.