Glyndon had taken no part in the affray, neither had he participated largely in the excesses of the revel.

For his exemption from both he was perhaps indebted to the whispered exhortations of Zicci.

When the last rose from the corpse and withdrew from that scene of confusion, Glyndon remarked that in passing the crowd he touched Mascari on the shoulder, and said something which the Englishman did not overhear.

Glyndon followed Zicci into the banquet-room, which, save where the moonlight slept on the marble floor, was wrapped in the sad and gloomy shadows of the advancing night.
"How could you foretell this fearful event?
He fell not by your arm," said Glyndon, in a tremulous and hollow tone.
"The general who calculates on the victory does not fight in person," answered Zicci.

"But enough of this.