Marry some good Scotch girl; I know one with fifty thousand pounds.

Let the Princess go!" "To him--never! I will marry her! Yet," he murmured softly to himself, "feefty thousand pun' is nae small sum.

Aye! Not that I care for siller--but feefty thousand pun'! Eh, sirs!" VI Dr.Haustus knew that the Chevalier had again visited the Princess, although he had kept the visit a secret,--and indeed was himself invisible for a day or two afterwards.

At last the doctor's curiosity induced him to visit the Chevalier's apartment.

Entering, he was surprised--even in that Land of Mystery--to find the room profoundly dark, smelling of Eastern drugs, and the Chevalier sitting before a large plate of glass which he was examining by the aid of a lurid ruby lamp,--the only light in the weird gloom.