“I return to Rome next week, but I take back with me a living picture, the incarnation of a dream.”
Claudia was sipping the cup of tea that Frank had procured for her, when she bethought herself that she had not yet seen Patricia.
“Have you seen Pat? It is not humanly possible that she has tucked herself in a corner!”
His eyes were hungrily devouring her face, and lingering on her lips, so that she had the pleasant sensation of a secret caress. Mrs. Jacobs! How ridiculous!
“I saw her disappear half an hour ago in a conspirator-like manner with Mr. Colin Paton, into that room over there.”
He pointed to a closed door, which was the door of the library.
“Nonsense. What have they got to conspire about?”
There was a little frown between her brows. Colin was her friend.
“Why do men and women usually conspire to be alone together?”
Without answering, Claudia crossed the hall, and abruptly turned the handle of the library-door.