"Oh, certainly! La Masque is at home to visitors at all hours,
day and night. I believe in my soul she doesn't know what sleep
means."

"And you are still as much in love with her as ever, I dare
swear! I have no doubt, now, it was of her you were thinking
when I came up. Nothing else could ever have made you look so
dismally woebegone as you did, when Providence sent me to your
relief."

"I was thinking of her," said the young man moodily, and with a
darkening brow.

Sir Norman favored him with a half-amused, half-contemptuous
stare for a moment; then stopped at a huckster's stall to
purchase some cigarettes; lit one, and after smoking for a few
minutes, pleasantly remarked, as if the fact had just struck him:

"Ormiston, you're a fool!"

"I know it!" said Ormiston, sententiously.

"The idea," said Sir Norman, knocking the ashes daintily off the
end of his cigar with the tip of his little finger - "the idea of
falling in love with a woman whose face you have never seen! I
can understand a man a going to any absurd extreme when he falls
in love in proper Christian fashion, with a proper Christian
face; but to go stark, staring mad, as you have done, my dear
fellow, about a black loo mask, why - I consider that a little
too much of a good thing! Come, let us go."