And really, with the flowers and the blazing fire when they sat down to tea it all looked very cozy and home-like.
What would her uncle or Lord Tancred have thought, could they have seen those tempestuous eyes of Zara's glistening and tender--and soft as a dove's! After tea she sat in the basket chair, and took Mirko in her arms, and told him all about the delightful, new home he was going to, the kind lady, and the beautiful view of the sea he would get from his bedroom windows; how pretty and fresh it all looked, how there were pine woods to walk in, and how she would--presently--come down to see him.

And as she said this her thoughts flew to her own fate--what would her "presently" be?
And she gave a little, unconscious shiver almost of fear.
"What hast thou, Cherisette ?" said Mirko.

"Where were thy thoughts then ?--not here ?" "No, not here, little one.

Thy Cherisette is going also to a new home; some day thou must visit her there." But when he questioned and implored her to tell him about it she answered vaguely, and tried to divert his thoughts, until he said: "It is not to _Maman_ in heaven, is it, dear Cherisette?
Because there, there would be enough place for us both--and surely thou couldst take me too ?" * * * * * When she got back to Park Lane, and entered her uncle's library he was sitting at the writing table, the telephone in his hand.

He welcomed her with his eyes and went on speaking, while she took a chair.
"Yes, do come and dine .-- May you see her if by chance she did not go to Paris ?" He looked up at Zara, who frowned.