She was so human and pretty, and young and real.

Love for him spoke from her sparkling, brown eyes.

The ascendancy she had obtained over him on the previous evening returned in a measure; he no longer wanted to get away from her and be alone.
He made some murmuring reply, and did not seek to draw away his hands--but a sudden change of feeling seemed to come over Moravia for she lowered her head and a deep, pink flush grew in her cheeks.
"What will you think of me, Henry ?" she whispered, pulling at his grasp, which grew firmer as she tried to loosen it.

"I"-- and then she raised her eyes, which were suffused with tears.

"Oh! it seems such horrid waste for you to be sick with grief for Sabine, who is happy now--and that only I must grieve----" Girolamo had seen his nurse entering the far gate and was racing off to meet her, so that they were quite alone in the pavilion now, and Moravia's words and the tears in her fond eyes had a tremendous effect upon Henry.