He took her hand, and in his mind went away from that place, taking her soul with him.
“What do you see?”
“A vast valley with woods on one side, a town on the other, while a river separates them and is lost in the distance after bathing the walls of a palace.”
“It is so, Lorenza. The wood is Vesinet, the town St. Germain; the palace Maisons. Let us go into the summerhouse behind us. What do you see?”
“A young negro, eating candies.”
“It is Zamore, Countess Dubarry’s blackmoor. Go on.”
“An empty drawing-room, splendidly furnished, with the panels painted with goddesses and Cupids.”
“Next?”
“We are in a lovely boudoir hung with blue satin worked with flowers in their natural colors. A woman is reclining on a sofa. I have seen her before—it is Countess Dubarry. She is thinking of you—— ”
“Thinking of me? Lorenza, you will drive me mad.”