"Now," said I, "let us have a look around."
For a time I was more occupied with the beauty of the Garden than with
my fellow-masques, and I left it to Moore to keep a careful eye for the
other two red roses. I could not but notice, however, that we were
attracting much attention; by reason, I assumed, of our striking
similarity; and a number of times Moore replied wittily to some
pleasant banter flung at us. I should say, perhaps, that the grounds
were so thoroughly lighted with electricity that they were as bright as
day; the lamps being so carefully distributed that there were,
practically, no shadows.
Presently, on the bank of a miniature lake near the farthest wall, we
came upon three women and a man.
"The Dromios," said one of the women.
"Satan's Twins," laughed another.
"A pair of black Knaves," echoed the third.
The man laughed, but said nothing.
I put my hand through Moore's arm and swung him around.
"Why not add us to your own Knave and then give us a Queen apiece?" I
asked.
She, who had spoken last, clapped her hands.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed. "Will monsieur be my Knave?"
The voice was very soft and musical, and I saw Moore glance quickly at
her.
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