“I should suggest to Madame that she omit to mention her restful night,” Adeline said. “Otherwise he will not permit that it happen again. He awaits beside the Hard Luck fountain.” Dolores in turn offered advice. “While I am gone, doff that cap and apron and imagine you are a lady again. He’ll never know, for I won’t tell and the babe can’t.” “Never know, _he_?” The French soul smiled briefly. “Madame perhaps will excuse, but evidently she is not yet acquainted with m’lord of reversals. _Know?_ I myself should tell him if none else did. He would compel me to do so.” To Dolores’ relief, the King seemed to have forgotten her regrettable history when she found him awaiting her at the spot of his appointment. At any rate, he made no reference thereto. “I am going to show you around my place,” he informed her. “I take a pleasant shame in it. Guess I’ve got what real-estaters call ‘the property sense’--a brand of nonsense.” He led her through an avenue-like effect of lime trees to a lawn of dwarfed red-top, where stood a winged vehicle, as much an improvement over the planes of Earth as was the motor-car over Grimes’ one-horse shay. “My aeromobile,” he announced with prideful gesture. Although of a mind given to taking for granted all mechanical details, Dolores could not but wonder at this craft. Its wings looked more like those of a huge hawk than the rigid spread of the aeroplanes she had seen flying low over Central Park. Instead of standing upon wheeled running-gear, bird feet of a proportionate size clawed into the ground. In its head glittered a constantly moving pair of eyes. “How ever do you rise in that?” Dolores asked. “And once you do get up, how make it go? And up and off, how do you land?” He was frankly gratified by her interest. “They call me,” he exulted, “‘Prince of the Power of the Air.’ From its essence I create whatsoever I will.” “Then this, too, is only illusion?” “But illusion realer than the Rock of Ages. Effects made by electricity are indestructible. You can switch them off, as you can transfer existence from one state to another, but you cannot destroy them.” His look intensified: “This element and the immortal soul are the only two absolutely steadfast quantities.” “Except--” she hesitated--“except good in the heart.” “Except evil in the mind, you mean.” He snapped the correction at her, evidently displeased, but soon returned to the subject of his “Hell Hawk.” In a round of the machine, he showed her a propeller placed beneath the fuselage by which it might be lifted straight or lowered on reverse; explained the encased “pusher” at the stern and “puller” at the bow which furnished silent, horizontal speed; described the shock absorbers with which the talons were equipped and the practicability of reflecting scenes below in the moving, mirror-like eyes. “Experience is the best demonstrator. May I hand you in?”