But you do not look like a German either, with your beautiful dark hair and eyebrows." She took this personal compliment in good part as she answered quickly: "There is some reason for that too.

Just as you have Indian, I have French blood in my veins.

My father's mother was a Colonial, her maiden name was Du Binache." So they gossiped on like old acquaintances.

Young and beautiful as they were, they found the deepest pleasure in one another, and the cold feeling of strangeness melted as by a charm.

They were awakened to the consciousness that half an hour earlier neither of them had an idea of the other's existence, by the appearance of a girl in the gap in the wall, who seemed very much surprised at the sight of their evident intimacy.