But the delay was short.
"Go on," said Mr.Gryce; and Sweetwater obeyed, but in lowered tones as though the vision he was describing was actually before his eyes.
"Next, I see a sweep of tapestry, and an eager, peering figure passing slowly across it.

It is that of the love-lorn Travis watching his inamorata tripping up the marble staircase and turning at its top in the direction of the opposite gallery.

His is a timid soul, and anxious as he is to watch her, he is not at all anxious to be detected in the act of doing so.

So he slips behind the huge pedestal towering near him, thus causing the whole gallery to appear empty to the eyes of X, now entering it at the other end.

This latter has come there with but one idea in his head--to shoot an arrow across the court at the mark I have mentioned.