But a strong sense of honour held him in check--he never forgot that he was her paid employe, and that her wealth was so enormous that any man presuming too personally upon her indulgence could hardly be exonerated from ulterior sordid aims.

And while he mused, somewhat vexedly, on all the circumstances of his position, the light widened in the heavens, showing the very faintest flush of rose in the east as an indication of the coming sun.

He lifted his eyes....
"At last!" he exclaimed, with relief, as he saw a small gliding shadow among shadows approaching him,--he figure of Morgana so wrapped in a grey cloak and hood as to almost seem part of the slowly dispersing mists of the morning.

She pushed back the hood as she came near, showing a small eager white face in which the eyes glittered with an almost unearthly brightness.
"I have slept till now,"-- she said--"Imagine!--all night through without waking! So lazy of me!--but the long rest has done me good and I'm ready for anything! Are you?
You look very solemn and morose!--like a warrior in bronze! Anything gone wrong ?" "Not that I am aware of"-- he replied--"The men are finishing some small detail of ornament.

I have only looked in to tell them you are coming." "And are they pleased ?" "Madama, they are not of a class to be either pleased or displeased"-- he said--"They are instructed to perform certain work, and they perform it.