"Good Heaven! girl, what story is this that you are telling me?"
"The very truth. Satan is a gentleman. Belial also is no stranger to good company. Hem! they were both at your masquerade."
"Both at—!" gasped Sybil, losing her breath in astonishment.
"Your masquerade! Yes, for I tell you that they are both men of fashion and pleasure. As for poor old Moloch, he is just what he seems—a rude, rugged robber! And then there is Vulcan."
"But who are these men?" inquired Sybil, recovering her lost breath.
"I told you. Gentlemen in the drawing-room! Robbers on the highway."
"But why do you give them such diabolical names?"
"Because they are devils, each in his way! Moloch is a brutal and ferocious devil; Belial is a smooth, deceitful devil; and Satan is an intellectual and commanding devil."
"What are their right names?"
"It would be hard to tell! Each one having a score of aliases at his disposal."