There were a few minutes of absolute silence.

Then the Prince hastily got up, shut the piano, and approached me.
"Do you know where Zara is ?" he demanded in a low, fierce tone.
I looked at him in surprise and a little alarm--he spoke with so much suppressed anger, and his eyes glittered so strangely.
"No," I answered frankly.

"I never saw her leave the room." "I did," he said.

"She slipped out like a ghost, or a witch, or an angel, while I was singing the last verse of Swinburne's song.

Do you know Swinburne, mademoiselle ?" "No," I replied, wondering at his manner more and more.