Then, I swear to you, I will leave her at once." The strong man sprang from his place, and in a few moments he stood within the veiled splendors of the old drawing-room.
Kneeling by the bed, wherein he had deposited the senseless woman, Clayton chafed her marble hands in an agony of despair.
But, even in his lover's exaltation, he listened to Madame Raffoni, who knelt before him in passionate adjuration.

"Go, go!" she cried in broken pathos.

"I will come to you to-morrow." And she dragged him to the door.

"I will all do; everything! I swear! Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" With one last despairing look, raining passionate kisses upon the marble lips of the woman he loved, Randall Clayton left the dusky magnificence of the superb apartment, and only halted at the door long enough to whisper to the Raffoni, "Bring me to her to-morrow, and I will make you rich!" And the poor woman dumbly covered his hands with obedient kisses.
"Go, go!" she cried.

"I will come!" And, touched with the woman's frantic fears, Randall Clayton sprang into the carriage.