They soon discovered a secret something was hidden under the cloud, though they knew not whether it were child, woman, or man.

They knelt upon the lower step of the throne, with folded hands and bowed heads, praying in a low voice.

A solemn stillness reigned, the prayers died away on the lips, and the hearts scarcely beat for anxiety and expectation.

Suddenly a voice, which seemed to come from the silver cloud, so distant and lofty, and rolling like majestic thunder, cried, "He comes, the chosen one! The Great Kophta comes!" The folding-doors flew open, and the Great Kophta entered.
Wilhelmine recognized in the majestic figure, enveloped in a flowing, silver-embroidered satin robe, with a band of brilliants around his brow, the handsome face of Cagliostro, beaming as if in an ecstasy.

He saluted the brothers with a gentle voice, and bade them approach and touch his hand.