“Yes; very good-looking, I think.”
He hesitated a little awkwardly over his answer, and, woman-like, she instantly divined the reason.
“Ah,” she returned, with an affectation of banter in her tone, “I understand, do I? The romance is not to end with the healing of the lady’s wounded hand?”
He laughed.
“You go too fast for me, Fräulein.”
“At least you are interested in—your victim?”
“Could I be otherwise? Still I regret that my knowledge is not equal to my interest, or I could better gratify your curiosity.”
“Curiosity about what?”
The Count had turned suddenly—he evidently vibrated with alertness and had quick ears. The restless, glittering eyes and wolfish teeth faced them.
“Curiosity about what?” he repeated, as each hesitated for the other to reply.