Anna turned round, and raised her opera-glass.
They were there indeed, visiting the beautiful Countess; Anna could see the pale and noble face of Cesare Dias, the youthful face of Caracciolo. The Contessa d'Alemagna was an Austrian, very clever, very witty. She wore a costume of red silk, and kept waving a fan of red feathers, as she talked vivaciously with the two men. She must have been saying something extremely interesting, to judge by the close attention with which they listened to her and by the smiles with which they responded.
When Anna put down her opera-glass, her face had become deathly pale.
"Are you feeling ill?" asked Stella Martini.
"No," the child replied, paler than ever.
"Perhaps it's too hot here for you. Shall I open the door of the box?" suggested the governess.
"Laura, will you change seats with me?" said Anna.
Laura took Anna's place, and Anna retired to the back of the box, where she closed her eyes.
"Do you feel better, dear?"