"The Lady in Milton's Comus _has_ been the ideal of my imagination; and now here I am so strangely taken captive by--" Rosabella entered at that moment, and almost startled him with the contrast to his ideal.

Her glowing Oriental beauty and stately grace impressed him more than ever.

Floracita's fairy form and airy motions were scarcely less fascinating.

Their talk was very girlish.

Floracita had just been reading in a French paper about the performance of _La Bayadere_, and she longed to see the ballet brought out in Paris.
Rosabella thought nothing could be quite so romantic as to float on the canals of Venice by moonlight and listen to the nightingales; and she should _so_ like to cross the Bridge of Sighs! Then they went into raptures over the gracefulness of Rossini's music, and the brilliancy of Auber's.