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"What a perfect s seeood rest! The air is so pure and clean--surely we are over the sea?"

"We are some fifteen thousand feet above the Mediterranean"--answered Rivardi, looking at her as he spoke with unconcealed ad, youthful and entirely lovable--"I alad you have rested--you look quite refreshed and radiant After all, it is a test of endurance--this journey to Egypt and back"

"Do you think so?" and Morgana sht to be quite ready and willing to travel like this for a week on end! But you and Gaspard are not yet absolutely sure of our oing so long will our 'going' force be generated without effort--yet surely it is proved!"

Gaspard lifted his eyes towards her where she stood like a little white Madonna in a shrine

"Yes, Mada?--"

"Ah! That, for the present, remains locked up in the er--"The world is not ready for it The world is a destructive savage, loving evil rather than good, and it would work mischief more than usefulness with such a force--if it kneill dress, and give you breakfast in ten minutes"

She waved a hand to the after a brief interval attired in her "aviation" costu breakfast on the table

"Theraily--"All hot and hot! We could have had Ther Tea always reood ladies sit round a table and talk of babies and rheumatism Kind,--but so dull! Come--you must take it in turns--you, Marchese, first, while Gaspard steers--and Gaspard next--just as you did last night at e called dinner, before you fell asleep! Men DO fall asleep after dinner you know!--it's quite ordinary Married men especially!--I think they do it to avoid conversation with their wives!"

She laughed, and her eyes flashed mirthfully as Rivardi seated himself opposite to her at table

"Well, I am not married"--he said, rather petulantly--"Nor is Gaspard But some day we may fall into temptation and NOT be delivered from evil"