"We shall try, however. Come along!"

The house of the sorceress was but a short distance from that of
Sir Norman's plague-stricken lady-love's; and shod with a sort of
seven-league boots, they soon reached it. Like the other, it was
all dark and deserted.

"This is the home," said Ormiston, looking at it doubtfully, "but
where is La Masque?"

"Here!" said a silvery voice at his elbow; and turning round,
they saw a tall, slender figure, cloaked, hooded, and masked.
"Surely, you two do not want me again to-night?"

Both gentlemen doffed their plumed hats, and simultaneously
bowed.

"Fortune favors us," said Sir Norman. "Yes, madam, it is even
so; once again to-night we would tax your skill."

"Well, what do you wish to know?"

"Madam, we are in the street."

"Sir, I'm aware of that. Pray proceed,"

"Will you not have the goodness to permit us to enter?" said Sir
Norman, inclined to feel offended. "How can you tell us what we
wish to know, here?"