If anything else remained for her to do, it was to make the vengeance with which she intended to requite him still more severe.
There he stood beside the woman she hated.

Could he bestow even one poor thought upon the Biamite girl and the wrong he had inflicted?
Oh, no! His heart was filled to overflowing by the Greek--every look revealed it.
What was the shameless creature probably whispering to him now?
Perhaps a meeting was just being granted.

The rapture which had been predicted to her for this moonlight night, and of which Hermon had robbed her, was mirrored in his features.

He could think of everything except her and her poor, crushed heart.
But Ledscha was mistaken.

Althea had asked the sculptor whether he still regretted having been detained by her before midnight, and he had confessed that his remaining at the banquet had been connected with a great sacrifice--nay, with an offence which weighed heavily on his mind.