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When the Very Young Man and Aura were left alone, he turned to the girl eagerly. "Did they mention Loto? Is he here?" "Of him they did not speak," Aura answered. "It is best that we go to the audience room, where they are talking. Then, perhaps, we will know." The Very Young Man agreed, and they started off. For nearly half an hour they trudged onward along this seemingly endless hallway.
That has been for several years. I suppose I am the most important individual in the nation to-day." "I should think you would be," said the Very Young Man quickly. "What you did, and with the knowledge you have." The Chemist went on. "Lylda and I lived with her father and Aura her mother is dead you know until after Loto was born. Then we had a house further up in the city.
She will have nothing under the third order of nobility; and Prince Paul shot the Duc de Var about her the other day. She is a great creature, Loto; nobody knows her secret." "Audacity, my friend! Always that!" said Chanrellon, with a twist of his superb mustaches. "It is the finest quality out; nothing so sure to win. Hallo! There is le beau corporal listening. Ah!
"To leave your people," he said gently, "I know how hard it is. But your way now lies with me with us." He pulled Loto up against him as he spoke. Lylda bowed her head. "You speak true, my husband, my way does lie with you. I cannot help the feeling that we should stay. But with you my way does lie; whither you direct, we shall go for ever." The Chemist kissed her tenderly.
For perhaps ten minutes they walked; then they emerged on the other side of the door and again faced a great level, empty expanse. "We're under," the Very Young Man remarked with relief. "Do you know where Loto is from here?" Aura had recovered her self-possession sufficiently to smile. "I might, perhaps," she answered, with a pretty little shrug. "But it's a long way, don't you think?
Mme. de Dey had drawn her visitors into little groups, had made parties of whist, boston, or reversis, and sat talking with some of the young people; she seemed to be living completely in the present moment, and played her part like a consummate actress. She elicited a suggestion of loto, and saying that no one else knew where to find the game, she left the room.
Even the wall-hangings had been torn down. In sudden fear the Chemist ran through the building, calling to Loto. Everywhere he saw evidence of intruders, who had ransacked the rooms, as though making a hasty search. In one of the rooms, crouched on the floor, he came upon Eena, Lylda's little serving-maid. The girl was stricken dumb with terror.
For some time he stared, fascinated by its ceaseless movement. Then suddenly he realized with a start that it was almost down upon them. He put up his hand and touched it, and a thrill of fear ran over him. He looked around. Beside him sat Aura and Loto, huddled close together.
The Chemist and the Doctor must evidently have reached the same conclusion, for they, too, did nothing, only stood motionless, speechless, staring up at the battling giants. Loto, with his head buried upon his mother's shoulder, and her arms holding him close, whimpered a little in terror. Only Aura, of all the party, did not get upon her feet.
Him they will tell that the drugs must be given to Targo, or Loto will be killed wait when they have the drugs," Aura translated in a swift, tense whisper, "then all of us they will kill." She shuddered. "And with the drugs they will rule as they desire for evil." "They'll never get them," the Very Young Man muttered. Targo's brother leaned forward and raised a goblet from the table.
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