If it weren't for this Balator now, St.George said to himself restlessly, and suddenly observed that Balator was expecting them to follow him.

So, in the slow-moving throng, all soft hues and soft laughter, they made their way toward the colonnade that cut off the banquet room.

And at every step St.George thought, "she has passed here--and here--and here," and all the while, through the mighty open rafters in the conical roof, were to be seen those strange banners joyously floating in the delicate, alien light.

The wine of the moment flowed in his veins, and he moved under strange banners, with a strange ecstasy in his heart.
Therefore, suddenly to hear Rollo's voice at his shoulder came as a distinct shock.
"It's one of them little brown 'uns, sir," Rollo announced in his best tone of mystery.

"He's settin' upstairs, sir, an' he's all fer settin' there _till_ he sees you.