VII
PEARLS AND DIAMONDS
"Nadine!"
"Princess!"
"Nadine, what time is it?"
The young Circassian, with hair as black as ink, souple and slender, rose from her chair and was hastening from the bedroom to ascertain the time when her mistress recalled her:
"Don't go away, Nadine! Stay with me!"
The dusky Circassian obeyed: she stared with big, astonished eyes into those of her mistress:
"But, Princess, why don't you wish me to go?"