rank, wealth, troops of friends, health of body, a lovely and an ancient
home in a settled land where dangers do not come--at present--respect
and affection of crowds of dependants, the prospect of a high and useful
career of a sort whereof the door is shut to most people, everything
in short that human beings who are not actually royalty could desire or
deserve. Indeed after my second glass of champagne I grew quite eloquent
on these and kindred points, being moved thereto by memories of the
misery that is in the world which formed so great a contrast to the lot
of this striking and brilliant pair.

She listened to me attentively and answered:

"Thank you for your kind thoughts and wishes. But does it not strike
you, Mr. Quatermain, that there is something ill-omened in such talk? I
believe that it does; that as you finished speaking it occurred to you
that after all the future is as much veiled from all of us as--as the
picture which hangs behind its curtain of rose-coloured silk in Lord
Ragnall's study is from you."

"How did you know that?" I asked sharply in a low voice. For by the
strangest of coincidences, as I concluded my somewhat old-fashioned
little speech of compliments, this very reflection had entered my
mind, and with it the memory of the veiled picture which Mr. Savage had
pointed out to me on the previous morning.

"I can't say, Mr. Quatermain, but I did know it. You were thinking of
the picture, were you not?"

"And if I was," I said, avoiding a direct reply, "what of it? Though
it is hidden from everybody else, he has only to draw the curtain and