My heart beat; every nerve thrilled; every sense answered to these sweet, soft words.
It ceased then, and Coralie came over to the bay-window.

She sat down upon the Turkish curtains, and looked with longing eyes at the light on the trees and flowers.

There was a softened expression on her face, a flush as of awakened emotion, a new and brighter light in those dark, dangerous eyes.

The white fingers trembled, the white bosom heaved as though she had felt deeply the words she had been singing.
Then it was said she would rather be mistress of Crown Anstey than Queen of Great Britain.
I laughed, not knowing what to say.
"Crown Anstey ought to thank you very much," I said.

"You pay it a great compliment." "My heart is here," she continued, those dreamy eyes still fixed upon mine.