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But now that he was one of the revelers he was no longer an object of their attentions; they paid no heed to him, and he soon became bored. He engaged himself in conversation with an old flower-woman, and, as she had only a solitary gardenia left in her tray, he bought it in order that she might go home. He pinned the blossom on the left breast of his domino, and wandered to the nearest corner to watch the crowds flow past.

He had been there but a moment when a girl approached and stood beside him. She was petite, and yet her body beneath its fetching Norman costume showed the rounded lines of maturity; at the edge of her mask her skin gleamed smooth and creamy; her eyes were very dark and very bright. As Mr. Van Dam was a very circumspect young man, not given to the slightest familiarity with strangers, he confined his attentions to an inoffensive inventory of her charms, and was doubly startled to hear her murmur:

“You came in spite of all, m’sieu’!”

A French girl, he thought. No doubt one of those Creoles he had heard so much about. Aloud, he said, with a bow:

“Yes, mademoiselle. I have been looking for some one like you.”

Her eyes flashed to the white gardenia on his breast, then up to his own. “You were expecting some one?”

“I was. A girl, to guide me through the carnival.”

“But you are early. Did you not receive the warning?”

“Warning?” he answered, confused. “I received no warning.”

“I feared as much,” she said, “so I came. But it was unwise of you; it was madness to risk the streets.” Her eyes left his face, to scan the crowds.

He fancied she shrank from them, as if fearing observation. Van Dam was puzzled. Her voice and manner undoubtedly betrayed a genuine emotion, or else she was a consummate actress. If this were some Mardi Gras prank, he felt a desire to see the next move. If it proved to be anything more, he fancied that he was too sophisticated to be caught and fleeced like a countryman. But something told him that this was no ordinary street flirtation. The words “warning,” “risk” seemed to promise entertainment. If, as he suspected, she had mistaken him for some one else, a brief masquerade could lead to no harm. He decided to see how far he could carry the deception.

“What warning could serve to prevent my seeing you?” he asked in a hollow voice; then was surprised at the flush that stole upward to the girl’s dainty ear.

“You are indeed insane to jest at such a time,” she breathed. “I would never have known you without the flower. But come–we are in danger here. Some one–is waiting. Will you follow me?”

“To the ends of the earth,” he replied, gallantly.

Again she gave him a startled glance, half of pleasure, half of deprecation; then, as he made a movement to accompany her, she checked him.

“No, no! You must let me go ahead. They are everywhere. They may suspect even my disguise. I–I am dreadfully afraid.”

Van Dam scarcely knew how to answer this. So, like a wise man, he held his tongue.

“Listen!” she continued. “I will walk slowly, and do you remain far enough behind for your own safety–“

“My safety is as nothing to yours,” he told her, but she shook her head impatiently.

“Please! Please! They will never select you out of a thousand dominos, and I am not sure they suspect me. But should they try to lift my mask, you must escape at once.”

“Would they dare?” Mr. Van Dam inquired, shocked at such a breach of carnival etiquette.

“They would dare anything.”

“But I couldn’t allow it, really,” he persisted. “If any hand is to lift your mask, I insist that mine be the favored one.”

She darted a doubtful look at him, being plainly perturbed at his tone, then shook her head. “She told me you were reckless, but you are quite–insane.”