I will see that the servants there, who are most of them his own old people, do not say or do anything to dispel the illusion! Come, my son-in-law, that is to be, will you take your father at once to Lone ?" For all answer the young marquis grasped and wrung the hand of his old friend.
"But will you do it ?" persisted the banker, who wanted to be satisfied on that point.
"I will think of it.

I will think most gratefully of your kind invitation, Sir Lemuel.

And now shall we join the ladies ?" "Certainly," said the banker.
They went into the drawing-room.
Lady Belgrade was presiding over the tea urn.
Salome, who was seated near her, looked up and saw him.

Again the marquis noted the sudden, beautiful lighting up of those soft, gray eyes, as they were lifted for a moment to his face.

Again they fell beneath his glance, as her pale cheeks flushed up.