"She is very beautiful, very proud, very haughty, cold and cruel—if not wicked," said the young girl, slowly.
"That is not very flattering," said Lord Chandos.
"I could have loved and worshiped her if she had been kind to me," said Leone; "but she was cruel, and some time or other I shall have my revenge."
He looked gravely at her.
"I do not like to hear that, my darling. How can you be revenged?"
A light came over her face.
"I do not know. I have a prophetic insight at times into the future. As I stand here, I know that a time will come when your mother will weep to me as bitterly as I wept to her, and just as much in vain."
"I hope not," he answered. "All will be well for us, Leone. But revenge, my darling, is a horrible word, and does not suit those sweet lips at all. Let me kiss away the sound of it."
He bent his handsome head and kissed her lips with love that seemed stronger than death and true as eternity.