“We did so. Simultaneously, and from all parts of the room, there now arose, as from the floor, innumerable minute globules of various-colored fire--red, green, blue, purple, scarlet, gold, silver, crimson, white and violet--leaping, flashing, dancing and frisking about, as if endowed with sensuous, joyous gaiety. Apparently, there were thousands of them, all moving in disorder through the air, now lighting on the picture-frames suspended from the wall, now collecting in great masses in front of the splendid mirrors, and, anon, gliding along the floor, under our seats, through our feet, over the chairs, and about the carpet, as if in the very wantonness of sport, their every motion being accompanied by a hissing sound, in kind, though not in volume, like that emitted by an ascending rocket as it rushes through the air. Presently, they formed themselves into crowns, just such as I had seen years before, in that same Paris, float over and crown Napoleon at the behest of an Italian Count. In an instant I associated the two circumstances, and, turning to the magician, was about to speak, when, as if divining my purpose, he nodded to me, and said aloud-- “‘I told you we should meet again! Be patient--this night must pass. Accept the present I left for you at your hotel, and do not forget that we shall _meet again_!’ and he became silent as before, while the company scarcely knew what to make of this abrupt, and apparently meaningless speech. “I had solved one problem. Vatterale and the Count were one and the same person; but who and what were the other two--Miakus and Ravalette? “The fiery crowns concluded the exhibition, and at a late hour the company separated, and each sought his pillow.” CHAPTER VI. ARRIVAL OF THE EDITOR.