He answered, looking away.
"In Vienna—in Paris;" then he added, "she is coming to London this autumn, and then I may see her again."
Lady Lyndwood returned the locket.
"Is she very sweet?"
"Yes," said Marius Lyndwood stiffly; "I do not know her people—we met by chance—but I found her—sweet."
The Countess fell into silence again; she thought of Rose, who had never mentioned to her the name of any woman in this manner, and she looked at the ardent, innocent face of her younger son.
She spoke at last, under her breath.
"Thank you, Marius, and I hope you will present her to me—in the autumn. Now will you not show me what you brought me from Venice?"
Marius kissed her hand; he would have liked to have kissed her feet.