"I should say it was your fancy, Marion—La Vanira sees nothing lower than the skies, I think."
And then the opera ended.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
LANCE'S DETERMINATION.
"You have not much to say to me to-night, Lance," said Lady Marion, in a tone of gentle expostulation. "I wonder if that beautiful singer was really looking at you. It seemed to me that the moment her eyes caught yours she faltered and almost failed."
Lord Chandos roused himself.
"Give me a woman's fancy," he said; "it is boundless as the deep sea."
"I think a beautiful singer is like a siren," continued Lady Chandos, "she wins all hearts."
He laughed again, a tired, indifferent, reckless laugh.