in their red coats on the bandstand, floated towards the dome through
the heavy summer air. In the near distance the fantastic shapes of
chimney-cowls raised themselves against the starry but moonless sky, and
miles away the grandiose contours of a dome far greater than Hugo's--the
dome of St. Paul's--finished the prospect in solemn majesty. It was a
scene well calculated to intensify a man's emotions, especially when a
man stands to view it, as Hugo stood, on a lofty balcony, with a
beautiful and loved woman by his side.

She was indicating pathways, as well as she could, when they both saw a
man hurrying in the direction of the dome along by the roof-balustrade
of the court of fountains--the route by which Camilla herself had come.
He arrived under the dome, and would have disappeared into a doorway had
not Hugo called:

'Shawn, I'm here!'

'I was just coming to see you, sir,' replied Albert Shawn in a loud
whisper, as he climbed breathless up to the little raised garden beneath
the dome.

Camilla withdrew behind a curtain of the window.

'Well?' Hugo queried.

'She's gone, sir. But dashed if I know where, unless she's got herself
lost somewhere on the roof.'

'She is here,' said Hugo, lowering his voice. 'And it appears that you
waited very clumsily at that dinner, my boy. A bad disguise is worse