In passing, the lad turned his face toward them
for a moment - a bright, saucy, handsome face it was - and the
next instant he went round an angle and disappeared. Ormiston
suppressed an oath. Sir Norman stifled a cry of amazement - for
both recognized that beautiful colorless face, those perfect
features, and great, black, lustrous eyes. It was the face of
the lady they had saved from the plague-pit!"
"Am I sane or mad?" inquired Sir Norman, looking helplessly about
him for information. Surely that is she we are in search of."
"It certainly is!" said Ormiston. "Where are the wonders of this
night to end?"
"Satan and La Masque only know; for they both seem to have united
to drive me mad. Where is she?"
"Where, indeed?" said Ormiston; "where is last year's snow?" And
Sir Norman, looking round at the spot where she had stood a
moment before, found that she, too, had disappeared.
CHAPTER IV.
THE STRANGER.
The two friends looked at each other in impressive silence for a
moment, and spake never a word. Not that they were astonished -
they were long past the power of that emotion: and if a cloud
had dropped from the sky at their feet, they would probably have
looked at it passively, and vaguely wonder if the rest would
follow.
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