She could read his bitter thoughts more clearly than he suspected.
Of late she came more frequently to Edelweiss than before.

She was seen often at the Castle; no court function was complete without the presence of this lovely noblewoman; no _salon_ worth while unless graced by her wit and her beauty.
John Tullis was always to remember the moment when he looked upon this exquisite creature for the first time.

That was months ago.

After that he never ceased being a secret, silent worshipper at her transient shrine.
Ten o'clock on this rainy night: A carriage has drawn up before the lower gates to the Perse grounds, and a tall, shadowy figure leaves it to hurry through the shrub lined walks to the massive doors.

A watchman in the garden salutes him.