Her mind was all with the animals.

There was something splendid in it: she, herself, was a noble animal; and she seemed entirely in place where she was.

The lions were fond of her, and she of them; but the first part of her performance had shown that they could be capricious.

A lion's love is but a lion's love after all--and hers likewise, no doubt! The three seemed as one in their beauty, the woman superbly superior.

Meyerbeer, in a far corner, was still on the trail of his sensation.