He was beginning to examine her all critically, and to take in every point.

Beyond his passionate admiration for her beauty there was something more to analyze.
What was the subtle something of mystery and charm?
Why could she not unbend and tell him the meaning in those fathomless, dark eyes ?--What could they look like, if filled with love and tenderness?
Ah! And if he had done as he felt inclined at the moment the ice might have been broken, and at the end of the week they would probably have been in each other's arms.

But fate ordered otherwise, and an incident that night, at dinner, caused a fresh storm.
Zara was looking so absolutely beautiful in her lovely new clothes that it was not in the nature of gallant foreigners to allow her to dine unmolested by their stares, and although the tete-a-tete dinner was quite early at the Cafe de Paris, there happened to be a large party of men next to them and Zara found herself seated in close proximity to a nondescript Count, whom she recognized as one of her late husband's friends.

Every one who knows the Cafe de Paris can realize how this happened.

The long velvet seats without divisions and the small tables in front make, when the place is full, the whole side look as if it were one big group.