It was the groan of the City of Delight in mortal anguish.
"This," he said in a soft voice touching his breast, "or that," motioning toward the dying city.

"Choose.

And by midnight!" While she stood, gazing at him transfixed with the horror of her predicament, there was the sweeping of garments, the soft tinkle of pendants as they struck together, and Salome, the actress, was beside the pair.

Close at hand was Amaryllis.

The Greek showed for the first time discomfiture and an inability to rise to the demand of the occasion.