A sudden pallor came over her; she clung to him to prevent herself from falling, and her shapely head, with its wealth of raven hair, lay on the shoulder of the one she loved with hopeless passion.
A sharp knock on the door brought them back to the reality of life.
“Listen!” said Sophia.
She drew near the door, asked a short question in a foreign language, and received an immediate reply. Apparently reassured, she opened the door, saying to Marcel—
“It is Milo.”
Milona entered, and the door was carefully closed again.
“Have they sent you?” asked Sophia.
“Yes, mistress.”
“What do they want?”
“To come to an understanding with you.”