see McFeckless." He did. He found him gloomy, distraught,
baleful. He felt his pulse. "The mixture as before," he said
briefly, "and a little innocent diversion. There is an Aunt Sally
on the esplanade--two throws for a penny. It will do you good.
Think no more of this woman! Listen,--I wish you well; your family
have always been good patients of mine. Marry some good Scotch
girl; I know one with fifty thousand pounds. Let the Princess go!"

"To him--never! I will marry her! Yet," he murmured softly to
himself, "feefty thousand pun' is nae small sum. Aye! Not that I
care for siller--but feefty thousand pun'! Eh, sirs!"


VI


Dr. Haustus knew that the Chevalier had again visited the Princess,
although he had kept the visit a secret,--and indeed was himself
invisible for a day or two afterwards. At last the doctor's
curiosity induced him to visit the Chevalier's apartment.
Entering, he was surprised--even in that Land of Mystery--to find
the room profoundly dark, smelling of Eastern drugs, and the
Chevalier sitting before a large plate of glass which he was
examining by the aid of a lurid ruby lamp,--the only light in the
weird gloom. His face was pale and distraught, his locks were
disheveled.

"Voila!" he said. "Mon Dieu! It is my third attempt. Always the
same--hideous, monstrous, unearthly! It is she, and yet it is not
she!"