“What does all this mean, Aurora?” he questioned, earnestly. “I thought nerves were only for fine ladies.”
There was a slight sarcasm in his voice, but the girl did not seem to heed it. Her great wild eyes continued to roam over the ambassador’s chamber, and she listened, not to him, but for something that seemed lurking in a distant corner of the room. At length she drew a deep breath as if inexpressibly relieved, and lifted her eyes to his again.
“It is gone,” she said, smiling uneasily—“it is gone!”
“What is gone?”
“I don’t know, but something has just left this room: I can breathe again.”
“Did you see any one depart?”
“No!”
“Did you hear it?”
“No!”
“Then how could you be certain?”