But for his 19th century garb, he might have just stepped down from a frame--a gallant by Fortuny, who loved the awakened animal in man.

The poise was careless, but graceful, and the smile was debonair.

His eyes were holding Gretchen's.

A moment passed; another and another.
Then: "Long live and God bless her Serene Highness the Princess Hildegarde!" And he was gone.
And as he disappeared a shadow of some sort passed before my eyes, and a something dull and heavy pressed upon my heart.

Presently came the sound of beating hoofs, and then all became still.
Gretchen and I were alone.
Gretchen appeared to be studying the blue veins in her hands which she listlessly held before her.