He thought of Hubert's words, "If I do not find her tonight, I shall most assuredly to-morrow," and a chill presentiment of coming evil fell upon him.
"To-morrow," he said, as he turned to go.

"Who knows what to-morrow may bring forth! Fairest and dearest Leoline, goodnight!" He rode away in the moonlight, with the stars shining peacefully down upon him.

His heart at the moment was a divided one--one half being given to Leoline, and the other to the Midnight Queen and her mysterious court.

The farther he went away from Leoline, the dimmer her star became in the horizon of his thoughts; and the nearer he came to Miranda, the brighter and more eagerly she loomed up, until he spurred his horse to a most furious gallop, lest he should find the castle and the queen lost in the regions of space when he got there.

Once the plague-stricken city lay behind him, his journey was short; and soon, to his great delight, he turned into the silent deserted by-path leading to the ruin.
Tying his horse to a stake in the crumbling wall, he paused for a moment to look at it in the pale, wan light of the midnight moon.