Do you know, this scheme of a breakfast on the water is simply delightful! Don't you find it so?
Oh! do be a little jolly, Varhely!" "Do I seem sad, then, Baroness ?" Yanski Varhely, the friend of Prince Andras, was very happy, however, despite his rather sombre air.

He glanced alternately at the little woman who addressed him, and at Marsa, two very different types of beauty: Andras's fiancee, slender and pale as a beautiful lily, and the little Baroness Dinati, round and rosy as a ripe peach.

And he was decidedly pleased with this Marsa Laszlo, against whom he had instinctively felt some prejudice when Zilah spoke to him for the first time of marrying her.

To make of a Tzigana--for Marsa was half Tzigana--a Princess Zilah, seemed to Count Varhely a slightly bold resolution.

The brave old soldier had never understood much of the fantastic caprices of passion, and Andras seemed to him in this, as in all other things, just a little romantic.