“Remove the veil, and be correct.”
The characters she had drawn upon the paper, she had divided with the scissors, and now taking one of the pieces, she dropped it into the chafing-dish still holding the boy’s hand.
“Tell me now, Pedro, what do you see?”
“I see a man sweeping,” replied Pedro, alarmed.
“Fear not, Pedro, you shall see more. Has he done sweeping?”
“Yes, he has.”
And Amine muttered words, which were unintelligible, and threw into the chafing-dish the other half of the paper with the characters she had written down. “Say now, Pedro, ‘Philip Vanderdecken, appear.’”
“Philip Vanderdecken appear!” responded the boy, trembling.
“Tell me what thou seest, Pedro—tell me true?” said Amine anxiously.
“I see a man lying down on the white sand—(I don’t like this play).”