Arm in arm the two great and noble men—working for the same cause, the spiritual elevation of man—left the studio of the Scientist Gonzales, and entered the lesser apartment of their coworker, Julio Murillo.
CHAPTER II.
HIS FIRST INCARNATION.
Early the next morning Julio Murillo was unlocking the side door which led into his quiet study adjoining the reception-room of the great scientist, Guillermo Gonzales, when he was surprised to hear some one, evidently a stranger, call him by his given name. He pushed the door he had been unlocking open, and as he stepped inside, faced the person who addressed him.
A tall, fair-haired, rather masculine looking woman stood before him with extended hand.
“Good morning, Señor Julio; good morning. It is with much pleasure I find you so well and so famous. My card, señor.”
“Pass, señorita, pass. You do me great honor. Be seated. In what way can I be of service to you?”
He scanned the card closely, as he wheeled a comfortable armchair in front of a large window which he opened, and repeated: “Be seated.”
The fair visitor stood in front of the open window some minutes before taking the proffered chair, gazing with great admiration at the rare and costly flowers and foliage, growing in the patio.
She seemed to be in no hurry to tell the object of her visit, if she had an object, neither did she seem to be a stranger to the scene around her.
Julio Murillo stood a little at her back, his eyes riveted upon her card.