About a year after the events of the last chapter Mr. Kane invited Hanwin to tea. It was a charming day, and while they were chatting pleasantly in the hall, "the host proposed that they should take a stroll up to Golden Island. Hanwin assented, and the two were soon on their way to this beautiful spot, Tnughing and enjoying the scenery as they went.
"Have you ever met the celebrated Fabhait" enquired Mr. Kane. "He lives on the Island."
"No," returned Hanwin.
"Then I will give you an opportunity of doing so. He is 'a wonderful man; works magic and is " true prophet."* Little expecting- what was before him, Hanwin walked along joyfully with his friend until they came to the Island. Eagerly they crossed the stream and ascended the hill on which. were built the numerous temples to Buddha, The sullen Yangtze swept slowly past the shady banks, and the trees. cast their shadows over the deep river. It was a scene that inspired devotion, and when a priest brought some refreshment for the visitors, Hanwin was wrapt in meditation. Fabhai soon appeared. and after asking the elder man's name, turned to Hanwin and said sadly "I know your history already."
"Know my history!" repeated Han-win, startled by the priest's manner.
"Yes;.I am a prophet, you know. Did you not marry.a woman called Albia,-who lived, with another named Flora, in the Prince's. garden in Hangchow?"
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