"And as man only?"

"Why, of course! The idea of an incarnate God has long ago been
discarded by all reasoning thinkers."

"And what of an incarnate devil?" pursued Ziska, her breath coming
and going quickly.

"As impossible as the other fancy!" he responded almost gayly.
"There are no gods and no devils, ma belle! The world is ruled by
ourselves alone, and it behoves us to make the best of it. How
will you give me my answer to-morrow? When shall I see you? Speak
low and quickly,--Dr. Dean is coming in here from the garden:
when--when?"

"I will send for you," she answered.

"At what hour?"

"The moon rises at ten. And at ten my messenger shall come for
you."

"A trustworthy messenger, I hope? One who knows how to be silent?"

"As silent as the grave!" she said, looking at him fixedly. "As
secret as the Great Pyramid and the hidden tomb of Araxes!"

And smiling, she turned to greet Dr. Dean, who just then entered
the saloon.