Are you superstitious ?" "I should not be Tisza's daughter if I did not believe a little in all that is romantic, fantastic, improbable, impossible even.

Besides, the opals are forgiven now: for they have permitted me to show you that you were not unknown to me, Prince; and, as you see, I wear this dear agraffe always.

It has a double value to me, since it recalls the memory of my poor mother and the name of a hero." She spoke these words in grave, sweet accents, which seemed more melodious to Prince Andras than all the music of Baroness Dinati's concert.

He divined that Marsa Laszlo found as much pleasure in speaking to him as he felt in listening.

As he gazed at her, a delicate flush spread over Marsa's pale, rather melancholy face, tingeing even her little, shell-like ears, and making her cheeks glow with the soft, warm color of a peach.
Just at this moment the little Baroness came hastily up to them, and, with an assumed air of severity, began to reproach Marsa for neglecting the unfortunate musicians, suddenly breaking off to exclaim: "Really, you are a hundred times prettier than ever this evening, my dear Marsa.