"Good night.... Unless you care to talk to me for a little while."
"It's four o'clock in the morning."
"I can't sleep—I know that."
He said in a low voice:
"Besides, I am very much in love with you. I think I had better go back."
"Oh.... Do you think so?"
"Don't you?"
"I told you that I haven't recovered enough sense to think."
She crossed the threshold and walked into the studio, dropping her cloak across a chair; and presently halted before the empty fireplace, gazing into its smoke-blackened depths.
For a few moments she stood there in a brown study—a glittering, exquisite figure in the subdued light which fell in tiny points of fire on gem and ring, bracelet and girdle, and tipped the gilded sandals on her little naked feet with sparks of living flame.