One thing is certain: the lady we are seeking and that page are one and the same." "And yet La Masque told you she was two miles from the city, in the haunted ruin; and La Masque most assuredly knows." "I have no doubt she is there.

I shall not be the least astonished if I find her in every street between this and Newgate." "Really, it is a most singular affair! First you see her in the magic caldron; then we find her dead; then, when within an ace of being buried, she comes to life; then we leave her lifeless as a marble statue, shut up in your room, and fifteen minutes after, she vanishes as mysteriously as a fairy in a nursery legend.

And, lastly, she turns up in the shape of a court-page, and swaggers along London Bridge at this hour of the night, chanting a love song.

Faith! it would puzzle the sphinx herself to read this riddle, I've a notion!" "I, for one, shall never try to read it," said Sir Norman.

"I am about tired of this labyrinth of mysteries, and shall save time and La Masque to unravel them at their leisure." "Then you mean to give up the pursuit ?" "Not exactly.