'We can go now; will you open the gate!'
And, in her uncontrollable haste to get away, her hand met Andrea's on the latch of the gate.
As she passed between the two granite columns and under the jasmin, Andrea said—'Look, the jasmin is just going to blossom!'
She did not turn but she smiled—a smile that was infinitely sad because of the shadow cast upon her heart by the sudden recollection of the name she had read in the Belvedere. And while she walked through the mysterious gloom of the avenue, and she felt his kiss flame in her blood, a ruthless torture graved deep into her heart, that name—oh, that name!
[CHAPTER VI]
Lord Heathfield opened the great book-case containing his private collection, and turning to Sperelli—
'You should design the clasps for this volume,' he said; 'it is in quarto and dated from Lampsacus, 1734. The engravings seem to me extremely fine. What do you think?'
He handed Andrea the rare volume, which was illustrated with erotic vignettes.
'Here is a very notable figure,' he continued, pointing to one of the vignettes—'something that was quite new to me. None of my erotic authors mention it.'