"Spiritual pride, Ulick, goeth before a ... rotten fall! What have I done! I've lost my purity, my manhood ... it is my own doing--I, who would become one of God's anointed--I, Milton, of the priestly order of Melchizedek--that's my real name. Your Elsa-Istar coaxed the secret from me, first, making me drunk, as did Dalila, Samson, making me eat the insane root. Painted veils!--Oh! Jewel, Jewel, she is irresistible--and I didn't think you worthy of my poor little sister--you ruined her, you evil one--but I forgive--who am I to judge another?--miserable sinner...." He drank. Ulick was too stunned to prevent him. Easter's handi-work! He would wait for her and give her a tongue-lashing, then get Milt away, somehow, somewhere ... only to gratify a caprice she had ruined the career of a weak man ... she was a real vampire ... Milton pointed to the brandy and fell back dead-drunk. An irresistible impulse prompted Ulick. He took Milt's half empty glass and swallowed the cognac. Immediately his brain cleared. He felt the fiery liquid to his toe-tips. He stood up and with a formidable oath kicked over the tabouret, decanter and all. Milt did not stir. The little maid rushed in with a volley of "Mein Gotts!" "Tell your mistress I'll come back for this gentleman. I'll get a hansom." "I think I hear her now," exclaimed the frightened girl. Easter entered. She was in coal-black silk, glittering with steel beads. She seemed to him like Astrafiammente the Queen of the Night, or another Astaroth, the Istar, who went down into hell and came back unsinged, only more evil. She frigidly regarded him. He controlled his hysterical desire to drag her to her knees and shout: Ecce homo! Woman behold your work! But the gesture seemed melodramatic. He paused. "Well?" she asked, "what are you doing here Jewel?" His tongue was tied. He trembled in every limb. He couldn't withstand the potency of her eyes. He ejaculated: "Poor Milt!" She smiled. "That imbecile with his purity talk; going around with a chastity chip on his shoulder like a challenge!" Ulick revolted. "You are a beast, Easter. You called me a beast that day at Zaneburg: now it is you who are the beast." She steadily gazed at him. "And ever since that day at Zaneburg, you have run after this beast as if you owned her. But you didn't--you never did, do you hear! You never had me." Her defiant speech was like the fortissimo from a full orchestra. The noise in his ears deafened him. He stammered: "Never had you--but--but I did. I held you to me...." "You held the other woman, Roarin' Nell--it's the last kiss that counts." "You lie!" "I don't lie. I've never been anything to you." "Who was it then?" She answered in level tones: "Brother Rainbow, of course. In the darkness we all got mixed-up. And, of course, I assented--physiologically."