And then--oh, hang it! What do you mean?
Chaldea, what are you doing ?" Lambert had some excuse for suddenly bursting into speech, when he cried out vigorously: "Oh, hang it!" for Chaldea whirled right up to him and had laid her arms round his neck, and her lips against his cheek.

The music stopped abruptly, with a kind of angry snarl, as if Kara, furious at the sight, had put his wrath into the last broken note.

Then all was silent, and the artist found himself imprisoned in the arms of the woman, which were locked round his neck.

With an oath he unlinked her fingers and flung her away from him fiercely.
"You fool--you utter fool!" cried Lambert, striving to calm down the beating of his heart, and restrain the racing of his blood, for he was a man, and the sudden action of the gypsy had nearly swept away his self-restraint.
"I love you--I love you," panted Chaldea from the grass, where he had thrown her.

"Oh, my beautiful one, I love you." "You are crazy," retorted Lambert, quivering with many emotions to which he could scarcely put a name, so shaken was he by the experience.