The same room in the castle—the room where the pomp and ceremony had been.
But it was empty now. The flowers which had been scattered on the floor had been swept away. Silence reigned.
Presently two doors opened: one on the right, the other on the left. But though the doors opened, not a sound was to be heard, and for an instant no one appeared.
And then—some one was coming.
Father Time entered at one of the doors. He walked slowly and quietly across the room. He carried his scythe and sand-glass. He glanced neither to left nor right.
He went out at the other door!