or; "I have the honor of presenting
you to Captain Bervie, of the Artillery."

With one accord, the gentlemen both dropped Doctor Lagarde's hands, and
looked at each other in blank amazement.

"Of course he has discovered our names somehow!" said Mr. Percy Linwood,
explaining the mystery to his own perfect satisfaction in that way.

Captain Bervie had not forgotten what Madame Lagarde had said to
him, when he too had suspected a trick. He now repeated it (quite
ineffectually) for Mr. Linwood's benefit. "If you don't feel the force
of that argument as I feel it," he added, "perhaps, as a favor to me,
sir, you will not object to our each taking the Doctor's hand again,
and hearing what more he can tell us while he remains in the state of
trance?"

"With the greatest pleasure!" answered good-humored Mr. Linwood. "Our
friend is beginning to amuse me; I am as anxious as you are to know what
he is going to see next."

Captain Bervie put the next question.

"You have seen us ready to fight a duel--can you tell us the result?"

"I can tell you nothing more than I have told you already. The figures
of the duelists have faded away, like the other figures I saw before
them. What I see now looks like the winding gravel-path of a garden. A
man and a woman are walking toward me. The man stops, and places a ring
on the woman's finger, and kisses her."

Captain Bervie opened his lips to continue his inquiries--turned
pale--and checked himself. Mr. Linwood put the next question.

"Who is the happy man?" he asked.

"_You_ are the happy man," was the instantaneous reply.

"Who is the woman?" cried Captain Bervie, before Mr. Linwood could speak
again.

"The same woman whom I saw before; dressed in the same color, in pale
blue."

Captain Bervie positively insisted on receiving clearer information than
this. "Surely you can see _something_ of her personal appearance?" he
said.

"I can see that she has long dark-brown hair, falling below her waist.
I can see that she has lovely dark-brown eyes. She has the look of a
sensitive nervous person. She is quite young. I can see no more."

"Look again at the man who is putting the ring on her finger," said the
Captain. "Are you sure that the face you see is the face of Mr. Percy
Linwood?"

"I am absolutely sure."

Captain Bervie rose from his chair.

"Thank you, madam," he said to the Doctor's mother. "I have heard
enough."

He walked to the door. Mr. Percy Linwood dropped D