Leonora watched her master, her dark eyes full of joy and malice.
"There are some people who never know when they're not wanted," she remarked sotto voce, and to no one in particular.
Rayma cast a venomous look at her. But Leonora only smiled at her dagger-like glances.
"Can she dance, this new slave of yours?" the Arab girl asked suddenly.
"She dances very nicely," he answered in an indifferent manner.
"As well as I do?" she asked jealously.
He thought of the snake-like writhing Rayma called "dancing."
"She dances quite differently from you."
"Let us both dance before you then, so that you may judge which is the better of us," she said quickly.