The bearers and the men with the gilded wands forthwith clapped
their hands, and in silence danced round the palanquin a curious
and half frantic dance, which was yet, as to figures and
postures, perfectly methodical. This was soon accompanied by a
clapping of hands and a ha-ha-ing, rhythmically delivered.
While the dance was going on a hand was lightly laid on my arm,
and, looking round, a black domino with a white cross stood
beside me.
"I am so glad I have found you," said the Marquis; "and at this
moment. This is the best group in the rooms. _You_ must speak to
the wizard. About an hour ago I lighted upon them, in another
_salon_, and consulted the oracle, by putting questions. I never
was more amazed. Although his answers were a little disguised it
was soon perfectly plain that he knew every detail about the
business, which no one on earth had heard of but myself, and two
or three other men, about the most cautious persons in France. I
shall never forget that shock. I saw other people who consulted
him, evidently as much surprised, and more frightened than I. I
came with the Count St. Alyre and the Countess."
He nodded toward a thin figure, also in a domino. It was the
Count.
"Come," he said to me, "I'll introduce you."
I followed, you may suppose, readily enough.
The Marquis presented me, with a very prettily-turned allusion to
my fortunate intervention in his favour at the Belle Etoile; and
the Count overwhelmed me with polite speeches, and ended by
saying, what pleased me better still:
"The Countess is near us, in the next _salon_ but one, chatting with her
old friend the Duchesse d'Argensaque; I shall go for her in a few
minutes; and when I bring her here, she shall make your acquaintance;
and thank you, also, for your assistance, rendered with so much courage
when we were so very disagreeably interrupted."
"You must, positively, speak with the magician," said the Marquis
to the Count de St. Alyre, "you will be so much amused. _I_ did
so; and, I assure you, I could not have anticipated such answers!
I don't know what to believe."
"Really! Then, by all means, let us try," he replied.
We three approached, together, the side of the palanquin, at
which the black-bearded magician stood.
A young man, in a Spanish dress, who, with a friend at his side,
had just conferred with the conjuror, was saying, as he passed us
by:
"Ingenious mystification! Who is that in the palanquin. He seems
to know everybody."
The Count, in his mask and domino, moved along, stiffly, with us,
toward the palanquin. A clear circle was maintained by the
Chinese attendants, and the spectators crowded round in a ring.
One of these men--he who with a gilded wand had preceded the
procession--advanced, extending his empty hand, palm upward.
"Money?" inquired the Count.
"Gold," replied the usher.
The Count placed a piece of money in his hand; and I and the
Marquis were each called on in turn to do likewise as we entered
the circle. We paid accordingly.
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