He recalled the unceasing vigilance of One All-Powerful, who, ages ago, when His people were afflicted, "went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way, and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light." Then Marcel came, and aroused him from the stupor that had settled on him, and together they entered into the hovel, where a dark-skinned woman and a comely girl uttered words of sympathetic sound when Iris was laid on a low trestle, and Hozier took a farewell kiss from her unheeding lips.
The Englishman stumbled away with his guide; he fancied that Marcel warned him several times to be more circumspect.

He did his best, but, for the time, he was utterly spent.

At last the Brazilian signified that they were near a trysting place.

He uttered a cry like a night-jar's, and the answer came from no great distance.

Soon they encountered Coke and De Sylva, who were awaiting them anxiously, and wondering, no doubt, why Hozier was missing, since Domingo and Marcel had fixed on an aged fig-tree as a rendezvous, and Hozier was not to be found anywhere near it.
The two boatmen hurried away, and De Sylva placed his lips close to Philip's ear.
"What went wrong ?" he asked.
"Iris--Miss Yorke--fainted," was the gasping reply.
"Ah.