"He has a peculiar talent for it. He dined with us to-day."
"He is an unaccountable creature!" sighed the countess. "He hardly ever comes near us."
At this moment a quick step was heard outside and Count Sempaly was announced.
"Lupus in Fabula!" remarked Ilsenbergh.
The new-comer was a young man of eight or nine and twenty, not tall, but powerfully though slightly built; his remarkably handsome, well-cut features and clear brown complexion were beautified by a most engaging smile, and by fine blue eyes with dark lashes and shaded lids. Under cover of that smile he could say the most audacious things, and whether the glance of those eyes were a lightning flash or a sunbeam no one had ever been quite certain. He gallantly kissed the tips of the countess's fingers, nodded to the men with a sort of brusque heartiness, and then seated himself on a cushion at the lady's feet.
"Well, it is a mercy to be allowed to see you at last; you really do not come often enough, Nicki; and in society I hardly ever meet you," complained the countess in a tone of kindly reproof. "Why do you so seldom appear in the respectable world?"
"Because he is better amused in the other world!" said Ilsenbergh with a giggle in an undertone.
But a reproachful glance from his wife warned him to be sober.
"I simply have not the time for it," said Sempaly half laughing. "I have too much to do."
"Too much to do!" said Truyn with his quiet irony.... "In diplomacy?--What is the latest news?"