"Yes, I know. That's why I try. I believe that when I am entirely well again it will all come right. All those dark dreams and things that bother me now will be cleared away and I will be completely myself. Then it will be as you say. We will be perfectly happy together." Involuntarily the two women looked at each other. David, standing between them, calmer than before, remained silent, unconscious of the effect of his words. "You must explain what you mean," Sajipona said to him firmly, after a moment of irresolution. Aroused from his revery, he looked in perplexity from one to the other. Then his brow cleared and he laughed softly. "Oh, yes! You see--Una--Sajipona is very beautiful; and she is just as good as she is beautiful. I owe her everything. When I am completely myself again, as I said, she has promised---- You see, I have told her that I----" The words died away as he looked at Una. Her face showed neither anxiety nor surprise, but a deep tenderness and melancholy. At the sight of her he seemed to lose the thread of what he had to say. He was mystified, pitiably torn between the struggles of a memory that remained tongueless, and the realities of a situation that seemed, somehow, peculiarly unreal. Wistfully he held out his hand to the girl whose beauty thus moved him, then hastily withdrew it, turning as he did so to Sajipona. "Your song was very soothing, my queen," he said ruefully. "I fear I am not quite myself as yet. Something is wrong--something new. This lady--Una--you will forgive me?" "Try to remember," she said earnestly; "there's nothing to forgive." "There's nothing to remember," he said disconsolately. "I have tried--but I begin to think it's all a mistake." He turned abruptly, leaving them to go to the room whence he had come a moment before. As he reached the open window he paused irresolutely. "You will not go?" he said, his eyes meeting Una's. "David!" was all her answer. He shook his head mournfully, hesitated, then slowly passed into the darkened chamber beyond. The two women regarded each other in silence. In Sajipona's glance there was proud defiance; with Una anxiety had changed to determination. The wordless duel of emotions was interrupted by Narva, who, until now, had remained in the background. Upon David's withdrawal the old sibyl shook off her reserve and addressed herself reverently to Sajipona. "His old enemy is here," she announced; "there is danger." Narva's news did not bring the alarm that any one would have supposed it would bring. Instead, Sajipona's look of anxiety vanished. A flash of anger gleamed in her eyes. Then she smiled with an eager air of triumph, grasping the old Indian's arm as if urging her to say more. "You mean the American, Raoul Arthur?" she asked. "Is he here? I want him. I have waited for him. But, I didn't see him. Are you sure that he is here?"