She looked up and looked at him.
She forgot everything, saw nothing but him. He could see it in her great, strange eyes and in her red mouth.
And she sprang up with a cry of happiness and he took her in his arms and carried her away.
CHAPTER XI
The candles on the mantelpiece were lighted and their gleam fell through the balcony-door over the square, as it had done every evening since the house was built.
Outside, the square shone with a thousand lights. There was a sound of carriages, but at a distance, for the house was thrust a long way back and its walls were as thick as the walls of a castle.
And, when time passed and night came, the noise died away and you could hear the rippling of the fountain, which never begins and never stops, and cries, no one knowing what they are, solitary steps that approach and retreat again.