Another figure came forth from the shadow of an opposite house, and softly pronounced her name.

It was a short figure--a woman's figure.

He could not see the face, and that was an immense relief to him, and prevented his having jealousy added to his other pains and tribulations.

La Masque paused as well as he, and her soft voice softly asked: "Who calls ?" "It is I, madame--Prudence." "Ah! I am glad to meet you.

I have been searching the city through for you.