your body so utterly to your spirit that the flesh rebels and suffers.  This will not do.  You have work before you in the world, and you cannot perform it unless you have bodily health as well as spiritual desire.  And why?  Because you are a prisoner here on earth, and you must obey the laws of the prison, however unpleasant they may be to you.  Were you free as you have been in ages past and as you will be in ages to come, things would be different; but at present you must comply with the orders of your gaolers—­the Lords of Life and Death.”

I heard him, half awed, half fascinated.  His words were full of mysterious suggestions.

“How do you know I am of the temperament you describe?” I asked in a low voice.

“I do not know, mademoiselle; I can only guess.  There is but one person who can perhaps judge of you correctly,—­a man older than myself by many years—­whose life is the very acme of spiritual perfection—­whose learning is vast and unprejudiced.  I must see and speak to him before I try any more of my, or rather his, remedies.  But we have lingered long enough out here, and unless you have something more to say to me, we will return to the ballroom.  You will otherwise miss the cotillon;” and he turned to retrace the way through the illuminated grove.

But a sudden thought had struck me, and I resolved to utter it aloud.  Laying my hand on his arm and looking him full in the face, I said slowly and distinctly: 

“This friend of yours that you speak of—­is not his name Heliobas?”

Cellini started violently; the blood rushed up to his brows and as quickly receded, leaving him paler than before.  His dark eyes glowed with suppressed excitement—­his hand trembled.  Recovering himself slowly, he met my gaze fixedly; his glance softened, and he bent his head with an air of respect and reverence.

“Mademoiselle, I see that you must know all.  It is your fate.  You are greatly to be envied.  Come to me to-morrow, and I will tell you everything that is to be told.  Afterwards your destiny rests in your own hands.  Ask nothing more of me just now.”

He escorted me without further words back to the ballroom, where the merriment of the cotillon was then at its height.  Whispering to Mrs. Everard as I passed her that I was tired and was going to bed, I reached the outside passage, and there, turning to Cellini, I said gently: 

“Good-night, signor.  To-morrow at noon I will come.”

He replied: 

“Good-night, mademoiselle!  To-morrow at noon you will find me ready.”

With that he saluted me courteously and turned away.  I hurried up to my own room, and on arriving there I could not help observing the remarkable freshness of the lilies I wore.  They looked as if they had just been gathered.  I unfastened them all from my dress, and placed them carefully in water; then quickly disrobing, I was soon in bed.  I meditated for a few minutes on the various odd occurrences of the day; but my thoughts soon grew misty and confused, and I travelled quickly off into the Land of Nod, and thence into the region of sleep, where I remained undisturbed by so much as the shadow of a dream.