"Here or here-after,
now and so long as I breathe, I am your slave. You can do anything you
choose and know that I will kneel before you again. So carry this in
the depths of your heart; now or at any time, in any place or condition,
merely lift your hand, and I will come. Anything you want of me, that
thing will I do. I am going to wait; if you need me, it is not necessary
to speak; only give me the faintest sign. All your life I will be
somewhere near you waiting for it."
"Idjit! You rave!" laughed Edith Carr. "How you would frighten me! What
a bugbear you would raise! Be sensible and go find what keeps Phil. I
was waiting patiently, but my patience is going. I won't look nearly so
well as I do now when it is gone."
At that instant Philip Ammon entered. He was in full evening dress
and exceptionally handsome. "Everything is ready," he said; "they are
waiting for us to lead the march. It is formed."
Edith Carr smiled entrancingly. "Do you think I am ready?"
Philip looked what he thought, and offered his arm. Edith Carr nodded
carelessly to Hart Henderson, and moved away. Attendants parted the
curtains and the Yellow Empress bowing right and left, swept the length
of the ballroom and took her place at the head of the formed procession.
The large open dancing pavilion was draped with yellow silk caught up
with lilac flowers. Every corner was filled with bloom of those colours.
The music was played by harpers dressed in yellow and violet, so the
ball opened.
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