"Harry!"
It was the agonized cry of Rosalie March, throwing herself upon her lover and turning defiantly at Count L'Alienado, whose fierce insistence had amazed the onlookers. The spell seemed to be broken, for Harry sunk from his chair, supported by Rosalie's arms.
"Some wine," cried Tristram, chafing Harry's forehead and gently striving to unclasp his sister's arms. But she clung to her sweetheart with love in her eyes.
Count L'Alienado approached the unconscious man, the crowd parting before him.
"Wake!" he said, "and forget!" Harry's eyes shut naturally and then opened. He drank the wine which Rosalie pressed to his lips. In a few minutes he was erect, eagerly questioning the company.
"Call it a faint," said Count L'Alienado, quietly. "It is better that he should not know."
"But what was it all about?" asked Miss Milly Mills, on tiptoe with curiosity.
"Only an experiment in clairvoyance," answered Count L'Alienado.