“That is the gosseep. No doubt som’ man of wealth, more acceptable to her——”
“I wish to meet her!” said d’Eblis.
“Ah! That is, of course, not easee——”
“Why?”
Ferez laughed:
“Ask yo’self the question again! Excellenz and his guests have gone quite mad ovaire Nihla——”
“I care nothing for them,” retorted d’Eblis thickly; “I wish to know her.... I wish to know her!... Do you understand?”
After a silence, Ferez turned in the moonlight and looked at the Count d’Eblis.
“And your newspapaire—Le Mot d’Ordre?”