You are greatly to be envied.

Come to me to-morrow, and I will tell you everything that is to be told.

Afterwards your destiny rests in your own hands.

Ask nothing more of me just now." He escorted me without further words back to the ballroom, where the merriment of the cotillon was then at its height.

Whispering to Mrs.
Everard as I passed her that I was tired and was going to bed, I reached the outside passage, and there, turning to Cellini, I said gently: "Good-night, signor.