A small head and large dark eyes,
dark as her rich hair which was quite unadorned, a pale but delicate
complexion, small pearly teeth, were charms that crowned a figure rather
too much above the middle height, yet undulating and not without grace.
Her countenance was calm without being grave; she smiled with her eyes.
She was for a moment alone; she looked round, and recognised Tancred;
she bowed to him with a beaming glance. Instantly he was at her side.
'Our second meeting to-day,' she said, in a low, sweet voice.
'How came it that we never met before?' he replied.
'I have just returned from Paris; the first time I have been out;
and, had it not been for you,' she added, 'I should not have been here
to-night. I think they would have put me in prison.'
'Lady Bardolf ought to be very much obliged to me, and so ought the
world.'
'I am,' said Lady Bertie and Bellair.
'That is worth everything else,' said Tancred.
'What a pretty carriage you have! I do not think I shall ever get into
mine again. I am almost glad they have destroyed my chariot. I am sure I
shall never be able to drive in anything else now except a brougham.'
'Why did you not keep mine?'
'You are magnificent; too gorgeous and oriental for these cold climes.
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