"Inference. Every toad hides a jewel in its head. So I argued that somewhere in the ugliness of darkest Philistia a gem must be hidden; and I've searched for years--up and down throughout the haunts of men from Gath to Ascalon. And--behold! My quest is ended at your pretty feet!--Rose-Diamond of the World!" He sank lithely on one knee; she laughed deliciously, looking down at his masked face. "Who are you, Harlequin?--whose wits and legs seem to be equally supple and symmetrical?" "Tell it not in Gath; Publish it not in the streets of Ascalon; I am that man for whom you were destined before either you or I were born. Are you frightened?" The Byzantine dancer laughed and shook her head till all the golden metal on her was set chiming. He said, still on one knee at her feet: "Exquisite phantom of an Empire dead, from what emblazoned sarcophagus have you danced forth across our modern oceans to bewitch the Philistia of to-day? Who clothed you in scarlet delicately? Who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel----" "You court me with Scripture as smoothly as Heaven's great Enemy," she said--"and to your own ends, as does he. Are you leagued with him, O agile and intrusive Harlequin, to steal away my peace of mind?" Lithely, silently he leaped up to the balustrade and, gathering his ankles under him, squatted there, cross-legged, peering sideways at her through the slanting eye-holes. "If that screen behind you gives way," she warned him, "you will have accomplished your last harlequinade." He glanced coolly over his shoulder: "How far is it to the floor below, do you suppose?" "Far enough to make a good harlequin out of a live one," she said.... "Please be careful; I really mean it." "Child," he said solemnly, "do you suppose that I mind falling a hundred feet or so on my head? I've already fallen infinitely farther than that this evening." "And it didn't kill you?" she exclaimed, clasping her hands, dramatically. "No. Because our destiny must first be accomplished before I die." "Ours?" "Yours and mine, pretty dancer! I've already fulfilled _my_ destiny by falling in love with you at first sight. That was a long fall, wasn't it?" "Very. Am I to fulfil mine in a similar manner?" "You are." "Will it--kill me, do you think?" "I don't think so. Try it." "Will it hurt?--this terrible fall? And how far must I descend to fall in love with you?" "Sometimes falling in love does hurt," he said gravely, "when the fall is a long one." "Is this to be a long one?" "You may think so." "Then I decline to tumble. Please go somewhere about your business, Master Harlequin. I'm inclined to like you." "Dancer, my life's business is wherever you happen to be." "Why are you so sure?" "Magic," he said seriously. "I deal in it." "Wonderful! Your accomplishments overwhelm me. Perhaps, through the aid of magic, you can even tell me who I am!" "I think I can." "Is that another threat of magic?" "It's a bet, too, if you like."