Are you not well ?" "The weather is too warm for one to look bright," she said, "much sunshine always tires me.

Sit down here, Norman; my room looks cool enough, does it not ?" In its way her room was a triumph of art; the hangings were of pale amber and white--there was a miniature fountain cooling the air with its spray, choice flowers emitting sweet perfume.

The fair young duchess was resting on a couch of amber satin; she held a richly-jeweled fan in her hands, which she used occasionally.

She looked very charming in her dress of light material, her dark hair carelessly but artistically arranged.

Still there was something about her unlike herself; her lips were pale, and her eyes had in them a strange, wistful expression.
Norman took his seat near the little conch.
"I have come to make a confession, Philippa," he began.
"So I imagined; you look very guilty.