Ele had come during the evening and knocked at the door, but Abel did not let him in.

He and his companion sat silently, and heard the few bells strike.
"Well, Kitty," he said at last, thickly, and with glazing eye.

"Well, my Princess of the Mediterranean.

We shall be happy, hey?
You're not afraid even now, hey ?" "Oh, we shall be very happy," she replied, in a low, wild tone, as if it were the night wind that moaned, and not a woman's voice.
He looked at her for a few moments.

He saw how entirely she was enthralled by him.
"I wonder if I care any thing about you ?" he said at length, leering at her through the cigar-smoke.
"I don't think you do," she answered, meekly.
"But my--my--dear Mrs.Jones--the su-superb Mrs.Delilah Jo-Jones ought to be sure that I do.