The actress looked to see what had annoyed him.

There passed in from the outer corridor a young man, tall, magnificently formed, covered with a turban and draped in quaint garments, which to her who was familiar with all the guises of the theater seemed to be Buddhistic.

He looked neither to the right nor left, but passed with a step infinitely soft and gliding across to the arch, from which the terrified servant vanished instantly.

The stranger stayed only a dramatic instant on the threshold and then disappeared into the corridor which led up into the Temple.

When he had gone the startled actress retained a picture of a face, fearless, beatified, mystic to the very edge of the supernatural.
"Who was that ?" she asked of the Gischalan, who was gazing at the color of his wine, sitting in a shaft of sunlight.
"Seraiah! But more than that, no one knows.