"We meet to-night, I trust.

I will show you a new dance--the Dance of Death, I shall call it.

I seem calm, but I am on fire with excitement.

To-night I shall dance as though quicksilver were in my feet.

You must not miss it.
You must come, monsieur." He closed the door behind him and swaggered off down the passage.
Selingman stood, for a moment, perfectly still.