seemed to leave a wake behind them among the crowd of men who

remained standing about. In the slight puffs of air which came from

outside the tapers flared up brilliantly, and when a dress floated

by in time to the rat-tat of the measure, a little gust of wind

cooled the sparkling heat which streamed down from the lusters.

"Egad, they're not cold in there!" muttered La Faloise.

They blinked after emerging from the mysterious shadows of the

garden. Then they pointed out to one another the Marquis de Chouard