"So we can say good-night," he repeated in a low voice, and he held out his hand in good-bye. When he had gone, with a new, great hope in his heart, she sat down and tremblingly re-opened the note she had received a moment before.
"I am going abroad" it read—"to Paris, Berlin, Vienna, and St. Petersburg. I think I've got my chance at last. I want to see you before I go—this evening, Jasmine. May I?"
It was signed "Ian."
"Fate is stronger than we are," she murmured; "and Fate is not kind to you, Ian," she added, wearily, a wan look coming into her face.
"Mio destino," she said at last—"mio destino!" But who was her destiny—which of the two who loved her?
BOOK II
CHAPTER VII
THREE YEARS LATER
"Extra speshul—extra speshul—all about Kruger an' his guns!"