They lazily observed the approach of one couple, attracted, no doubt, by the disparity in the height of the two shadows.

The man was at least half a head shorter than his companion, but his ardour seemed a thousandfold more vast.

Chase was amused by the apparent intensity of the small officer's devotion, especially as it was met with a coldness that would have chilled the fervour of a man much larger and therefore more timid.

It was impossible to see the faces of the couple until they passed through a moonlit streak in the walk, quite close at hand.
Chase started and grasped his companion's arm.

One was the Princess Genevra and--was it possible?
Yes, the nimble conductor! The sensation of the hour--the musical lion! Moreover, to Chase's cold horror, the "little freak" was actually making violent love to the divinity of Rapp-Thorberg! There was no doubt of it now.