The levee was broken up.
As Fonseca, who had caught the glance of the secretary, and who drew no favourable omen from his sudden evanishment, slowly turned to depart with the rest, a young man, plainly dressed, touched him on the shoulder.
"You are Senior Don Martin Fonseca ?" "The same." "Follow me, if it please you, senor, to my master, Lou Roderigo Calderon." Fonseca's face brightened; he obeyed the summons; and in another moment he was in the cabinet of the Sejanus of Spain..