Carlo's voice sounded clear and beautiful in the big room.
"If your hair were unbound and you were older you might look like Brunhilde some day, Bianca."
"You are singing better than ever, Carlo, I am so glad!" Bianca murmured, forgetful of herself.
She looked a little paler and more fragile after her illness, yet with her light yellow hair, her delicate features and large dark eyes prettier perhaps than her companion ever remembered seeing her.
"And the dancing, Bee, I gave that up soon after our talk. I did not need it for diversion after I began my music lessons. Besides, Miss Thompson has taught so many of the soldiers folk dancing and some of them are now so good at it that she no longer wishes me for her partner."
Bianca colored.
"I am sorry I told you I did not like Thea Thompson, Carlo. It is foolish to be prejudiced against people, isn't it? She has been extremely kind to me during my illness and both Sonya and I have learned to understand her better. Besides, I was prejudiced perhaps because of you," Bianca ended frankly.
But Carlo made no comment.
Never did it fail to interest him Bianca's strange combination of childishness and womanhood. But today she seemed almost altogether childlike.
At this instant getting up Carlo walked over to the mantel where he put down his tea cup and then stood looking down on Bianca.