He looked into the fascinating grey of her eyes, into their pupils, where tiny astrological symbols seemed to float in a luminous tide.

He gazed at her with a gaze so searching that she felt it pierce right through her.

And, assured that he had seen right into her, she said to him, with her eyes on his, clasping his head between her two hands: "Oh yes! I'm a rotten little actress; but I love you, and I don't care a rap for money.

And there aren't many as good as me.

And you know it well enough.".