"Yes, I consent, provided the command of the alchemist is complied with."
"And how if the alchemist, notwithstanding the blood of the black ram, is unhappily not able to bring up the devil?"
At this question, a feverish crimson spot took possession of the wan cheek of Fredersdorf, which was instantly chased away by a more intense pallor. "If that is the result, I will either go mad or die," he murmured.
"And then will you see the devil face to face!" cried his brother, with a gay laugh. "But perhaps you might find a Eurydice to unlock the under world for you. Well, we shall see. Till then, farewell, brother, farewell." Nodding merrily to Fredersdorf, Joseph hurried away.
Fredersdorf watched his tall and graceful figure as it disappeared among the trees with a sad smile.
"He possesses something which is worth more than power or gold; he is young, healthy, full of hope and confidence. The world belongs to him, while I—"
The sound of footsteps called his attention again to the allee.
CHAPTER II.
THE OLD COURTIER.
The figure of a man was seen approaching, but with steps less light and active than young Joseph's. As the stranger drew nearer, Fredersdorf's features expressed great surprise. When at last he drew up at the window, the secretary burst into a hearty laugh.