At this instant a clock struck twelve in the distance.
“Midnight! already?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“I must be gone. Good-bye—but for the last time swear to me that, should matters so turn out, as soon as you receive the other half of the ivory crucifix I have just given you, you will keep your promise.”
“I have sworn it by Bowanee, my lord.”
“Don’t forget that, to make all sure, the person who will deliver to you the other half of the crucifix is to say—come, what is he to say?”
“He is to say, my lord: ‘There is many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip.’”
“Very well. Adieu! secrecy and fidelity!”
“Secrecy and fidelity, my lord,” answered the man in the cloak.
Some seconds after the hackney-coach started, carrying with it Cardinal Malipieri, one of the speakers in the above dialogue. The other, whom the reader has no doubt recognized as Faringhea, returned to the little garden-door of the house occupied by Djalma. At the moment he was putting the key into the lock, the door opened, to his great astonishment, and a man came forth. Faringhea rushed upon the unknown, seized him violently by the collar, and exclaimed: “Who are you? whence came you?”