Then, noting Mago, and that he was a Carthaginian of rank, he paused, uncertain, and his salutation savoured somewhat of over-respect. "A lady?" he said hesitatingly; "a lady who desires to see me?" Marcia parted the curtains and leaned out, smiling. The newcomer stopped short and gasped in astonishment. Mago glanced sharply from one to the other, and his lip curled.