For a moment she raised her vail, and her dark eyes emitted rays of magnetic fire, and the pressure of her hand made the blood bound in every vein. They stood by a marble pillar, near a table on which was placed a lamp with a clouded shade,--a table loaded with fruits and flowers, with goblets and with bottles of rich old wine. Nameless could not repress an ejaculation as he surveyed the scene. "I am in a dream!" he said. A vast and dimly-lighted hall, broken by a range of marble columns; pictures and mirrors flashing and glowing along the lofty walls; and the very air imbued with the breath of summer, the fragrance of freshly gathered flowers. Near every column was placed a table, covered with fruit and flowers, with goblets and bottles of rich old wine; and on every table, a lamp with a clouded shade shed around a light at once dim, mysterious and voluptuous. And the mirrors reflected the scene, amid whose silent magnificence Frank and Nameless stood alone. "Not in a dream, but in the central chamber of the Temple," she whispered. "Here, shut out from the world by thick walls, the guests of the Temple assemble at dead of night, and create for themselves a sort of fairy world, far different from the world which you see at the church or opera, or even on Broadway on a sunshiny day." There was a touch of mockery in her tone as she spoke. "But do not these guests, as you call them, know each other?" whispered Nameless. "Do not those who mingle in the orgie of the night, recognize each other when they meet by daylight?" "Every _aristocratic_ gentleman knows the _aristocratic_ lady, who meets him within these walls," replied Frank. "Beyond that nothing is known. A mask, a convenient costume, hides ever face and form. They all, however, know the Queen of the Temple,"--she placed her hand upon her breast; "and the password, without which no one can cross the threshold of this house, is issued by the Queen of the Temple." "Queen of the Temple?" echoed Nameless. "Yes, Queen of the Temple! A Queen who rules by midnight--and the temple of whose power,--gay, voluptuous, flower-crowned, as you see it,--is founded upon pollution and death." She paused; and Nameless saw her bosom heave, and heard the sigh which escaped from her lips. "But this night past, you will bid adieu to scenes like this forever?" whispered Nameless. "You remember your pledge?" She gently raised the vail; her countenance, in all its impassioned loveliness, lay open to his gaze. Her eyes flashed brightly, vividly, although wet with tears.