It was only when the maitre d'hotel entered, announcing Madame Raffoni as in waiting in her carriage, that Randall Clayton's castle in Spain came crashing down around him.
The Magyar witch dropped her eyes when Clayton took her hands in adieu.

"You have made me forget time, and my workaday world," he said.

"I have now something to live for--to hear you sing! It seems so hard to meet only to part.

I may never see your coming picture; you may never see mine again.

But I cannot lose you from my life.
It seemed, Fraeulein Irma," he said, earnestly, "when I first met the glance of your dreaming eyes, that I had known you in some other world." "I receive no one; I am a recluse," murmured Irma, with eyes smiling through down dropped lashes; "but, if you care, you may come, a week from to-day, and breakfast with me here! Dear old Raffoni will play propriety.