I was an interloper, but nobody knew
it. The ten of hearts in my pocket did not match the backs of those
cards regularly issued. But what of that? Every one was ignorant of
the fact. I was safe inside; and all that was romantic in my system
was aroused. There are always some guests who can not avail themselves
of their invitations; and upon this vague chance I had staked my play.
Besides, I was determined to disappear before the hour of unmasking. I
wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks. I was, then, fairly secure
under my Capuchin's robe.
Out of my mind slipped the previous adventures of the evening. I
forgot, temporarily, the beautiful unknown at Mouquin's. I forgot the
sardonic-lipped stranger I had met in Friard's. I forgot everything
save the little ticket that had accidentally slipped into my package,
and which announced that some one had rented a blue domino.
And here was a Blue Domino at my side. Just simply dying to have me
talk to her!
"I am madly in love with you," I began. "I have followed you often; I
have seen you in your box at the opera; I have seen you whirl up Fifth
Avenue in your fine barouche; and here at last I meet you!" I clasped
my hands passionately.
"My beautiful barouche! My box at the opera!" the girl mimicked.
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