He spoke to the fiddle and the fiddle spoke to him, probably about Chaldea, since the girl was almost incessantly in his thoughts.

She occupied them now, and when he raised his shaggy head at the touch on his hump-back, he murmured with joy at the sight of her flushed beauty.

Had he known that the flush came from jealousy of a rival, Kara might not have been so pleased.

The two conversed in Romany, since the Servian did not speak English.
"Brother ?" questioned Chaldea, standing in the glory of the rosy sunset which slanted through the trees.

"What of Ishmael ?" "He is with Gentilla in her tent, sister.