No more of that! A secret in your ear--I've said a word for you to Carmina already.

Give her time; she's not cold; young and innocent, that's all.

Love will come--I know, what I know--love will come." She laughed--and, in the very act of laughing, changed again.

Fright looked wildly at Ovid out of her staring eyes.

Some terrifying remembrance had suddenly occurred to her.