But we have lingered long enough out here, and unless you have something more to say to me, we will return to the ballroom.

You will otherwise miss the cotillon;" and he turned to retrace the way through the illuminated grove.
But a sudden thought had struck me, and I resolved to utter it aloud.
Laying my hand on his arm and looking him full in the face, I said slowly and distinctly: "This friend of yours that you speak of--is not his name HELIOBAS ?" Cellini started violently; the blood rushed up to his brows and as quickly receded, leaving him paler than before.

His dark eyes glowed with suppressed excitement--his hand trembled.

Recovering himself slowly, he met my gaze fixedly; his glance softened, and he bent his head with an air of respect and reverence.
"Mademoiselle, I see that you must know all.

It is your fate.