fitting mate, not that poor boy, Denzil Murray. In certain men and
women spirit leaps to spirit,--note responds to note--and if all
the world were to interpose its trumpery bulk, nothing could
prevent such tumultuous forces rushing together. Follow your
destiny, Monsieur Gervase, but do not ruin another man's life on
the way. Follow your destiny,--complete it,--you are bound to do
so,--but in the havoc and wildness to come, for God's sake, let
the innocent go free!"

He spoke with extraordinary solemnity, and Gervase stared at him
in utter bewilderment and perplexity, not understanding in the
least what he meant. But before he could interpose a word or ask a
question, Dr. Dean had gone.




CHAPTER XI.


The next two or three days passed without any incident of interest
occurring to move the languid calm and excite the fleeting
interest of the fashionable English and European visitors who were
congregated at the Gezireh Palace Hotel. The anxious flirtations
of Dolly and Muriel Chetwynd Lyle afforded subjects of mirth to
the profane,--the wonderfully youthful toilettes of Lady Fulkeward
provided several keynotes from which to strike frivolous
conversation,--and when the great painter, Armand Gervase,
actually made a sketch of her ladyship for his own amusement, and
made her look about sixteen, and girlish at that, his popularity