"Something from Abt." Her fingers ran lightly over the keys, and presently her voice rose in song, a song low, sweet, and sad.

Maurice peered out of the window into the shades of night.

Visions passed and repassed the curtain of darkness.

Once or twice the countess turned her head and looked at him.
It was not only a handsome face she saw, but one that carried the mark of refinement....

Maurice was thinking of the lonely princess and her grave dark eyes.