"Do you know, Madame Vanira, that the first time I saw you there was something quite familiar in your face."
There was something startling in the crimson blush that mounts even to the locks of her dark hair.
"Is it so?" she asked.
And the countess did not relax the questioning gaze.
"I think now," she added, "that I am wrong. I cannot think of any one who is like you. I shall be glad to see you at Dunmore House, Madame Vanira. We have a dinner-party next week, and I hope you will be inclined to favor us. Do you know Lady Chandos?"
"Yes," was the half sad reply, "I was introduced to her this evening."
They talked on indifferent subjects. The countess was most charming to the gifted singer, and Leone could not help contrasting this interview with the last that she had with Lady Lanswell. One thing was quite certain. The countess did not recognize her, and her visits to Dunmore House would be quite safe.
She talked to Lady Lanswell for some time, and went away that night quite pleased with the new prospects opening before her.