"That is my secret," said the sweet voice. "Probably Sir Norman
Kingsley wishes to know something of the fair lady I showed him
some time ago?"

"Madam, you've guessed it. It is for that purpose I have sought
you now."

"Then you have seen her already?"

"I have."

"And love her?"

"With all my heart!"

"A rapid flame," said the musical voice, in a tone that had just
a thought of sarcasm; "for one of whose very existence you did
not dream two hours ago."

"Madame La Masque," said Norman, flushed sad haughty, "love is
not a question of time."

"Sir Norman Kingsley," said the lady, somewhat sadly, "I am aware
of that. Tell me what you wish to know, and if it be in my
power, you shall know it."

"A thousand thanks! Tell me, then, is she whom I seek living or
dead?"