I wonder what you were thinking of all the while." "Can you wonder, baronessa ?" She knew what he meant, and there was a little look of annoyance in her face when she answered.
"Ah, well, of course not, since _she_ was there." Her ladyship rose, and taking a stick of Eastern pastil from a majolica dish in a corner made Nino light it from a wax taper.
"I want the smell of the sandal-wood this morning," said she; "I have a headache." She was enchanting to look at as she bent her softly-shaded face over the flame to watch the burning perfume.

She looked like a beautiful lithe sorceress making a love spell,--perhaps for her own use.

Nino turned from her.

He did not like to allow the one image he loved to be even for a moment disturbed by the one he loved not, however beautiful.

She moved away, leaving the pastil on the dish.