And when you come back, if you find me asleep, just whisper in my ear, 'News from Transylvania!'-- and I will wake up at once.

So good-bye for the present.

I shall expect you back again soon." Prince Cagliari took leave of the enchantress and made his way to the carriage that awaited him below.

Entering it, he gave a direction to his coachman, and the carriage rolled rapidly down the street.
Soon after the fair Cyrene--or Rozina, to call her by her real name--found herself alone, the tall clock in her boudoir struck ten, although the hour was nearer two.

She rose at once, and taking a little key from her bosom, unlocked and opened the door of the old-fashioned timepiece.