“Always, but I have you in my dreams, Letitia.”
She blushed adorably. “Do you know, that is the very prettiest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she confided. “But I would like — I mean, I do not want to live only in your dreams. Shan’t you wait upon my papa?”
The white teeth showed again in a smile of some mischief. “L’Inconnu never waits upon papa,” he said. “You will remember me only as a Black Domino.”
Her face fell. “I shan’t see you again?”
“Yes, you will see me — perhaps.”
“And know you?”
He hesitated; then laughed, and stretched out his hand. “When you see that ring again, Letitia, you will know that I have come once more.”
She looked down at the ring on his little finger, a curious piece of wrought gold in a fantastic design. “Only by that?”
“Only by that.”
“But — ” she considered awhile. “You might forget to wear it,” she pointed out.