“With that young lady, I suppose?”
“Perhaps.”
“Ah, she is very charming! She is”—
“Thank you, I don’t want to hear your opinion of Miss Dengelton,” said Crispin haughtily; “your primeval simplicity at times verges on rudeness. How long are you going to stay here?”
“I can’t tell you that; but I am going to take my first step to-day.”
“In order to get Roylands to Melnos?”
“Yes. Oh, I have a lure, my friend. Yes; I have described the fairyland of the islands, and that it is fairyland you must admit. He is even now seized with a desire of going there, so to-day I will get him to make up his mind to go to the Levant with me.”
“How?”
“I will show him this.”
Crispin looked at the portrait the Count held out, which was that of a marvellously beautiful woman in a Greek dress.