'Mi Duvel', you have taken, but you shall give back again, or there will be only one of us in the world! The music I have played for you--that has told you all: the thing that was music from the beginning of Time, the will of the First of All.

Fleda Druse, she was mine, she is my wife, and you, the Gorgio, come between, and she will not return to me." A sudden savage desire came to Ingolby to strike the man in the face--this Gipsy vagabond the husband of Fleda Druse! It was too monstrous.

It was an evil lie, and yet she had said she was a Romany, and had said it with apparent shame or anxiety.

She had given him no promise, had pledged no faith, had admitted no love, and yet already in his heart of hearts he thought upon her as his own.

Ever since the day he had held her in his arms at the Carillon Rapids her voice had sounded in his ears, and a warmth was in his heart which had never been there in all his days.