Manasseh adjusted his umbrella so as to shield the princess, and the rosy hue which its red fabric cast on her face reminded him of the _Horae_ that precede the sun-god's chariot at dawn, their forms glowing with purple and rose-coloured tints in the morning light.
"I am very glad I happened to meet you," said Blanka, speaking more sedately this time.

"The party I came with is down below listening to an archaeological lecture on the _cunei_, the _podium_, the _vomitorium_, and heaven knows what all, in which I am not interested.

So I have time to discuss with you, if you will let me, a point which you raised the other day and which I have been puzzling over ever since.

You said that where you used to live revenge is unknown; and that, though you were suffering under a grievous injury and had the means to exact full satisfaction, yet you would not take your revenge.

I too am suffering in the same manner, and that is why I am now in Rome.