So at last she was face to face with her rival--at last she could see and hear her--this fair woman who had taken her lover from her. It was with difficulty that she was herself, that she maintained her brilliant repartees; her fire of wit, her _bon mots_ that were repeated from one to the other. Her powers of conversation were of the highest order. She could enchain twenty people at once, and keep all their intellects in active exercise. It was with difficulty she did that now; she was thinking so entirely of the golden head, with its opal stars. Then came another stir among the brilliant groups--the _entree_ of a prince, beloved and revered by all who knew him. Leone, with her quick, artistic eye, thought she had never seen a more brilliant picture than this--the magnificent apartment, with its superb pictures, its background of flowers, its flood of light; the splendid dresses and jewels of the women, the blending of rich colors, the flashing of light made it a picture never to be forgotten. Suddenly she saw Madame de Chandalle smiling in her face, and by her side was the beautiful rival who supplanted her. "Madame Vanira," said their hostess, "permit me to make known to you Lady Chandos, who greatly desires the pleasure of your acquaintance." Then the two who had crossed each other's lives so strangely looked at each other face to face. Leone's heart almost stood still with a great throb of pain as she glanced steadily at the fair, lovely face of her rival. How often had he sunned himself in those blue eyes? how often had he kissed those sweet lips and held those white hands in his own? She recovered herself with a violent effort and listened. Lady Chandos was speaking to her. "I am charmed to see you, Madame Vanira," she said; "I am one of your greatest admirers." "You are very kind, Lady Chandos," said Leone. Then Lady Marion turned to her hostess. "I should like to remain with Madame Vanira," she said; "that is, if you will, madame?" Leone drew aside her rich cream-colored draperies and lace. Lady Chandos sat down by her side. "I am so pleased to meet you," she continued, with what was unusual animation with her. "I have longed to see you off the stage." Leone smiled in the fair face. "I can only hope," she said, "that you will like me as well off the stage as you do on." "I am sure of that," said Lady Chandos, with charming frankness. She admired the beautiful and gifted singer more than she cared to say. She added, timidly: "Now that I have met you here, madame, I shall hope for the pleasure and honor of receiving you at my own house." She wondered why Madame Vanira drew back with a slight start: it seemed so strange to be asked into the house that she believed to be her own. "I shall be delighted," continued Lady Chandos. "I give a ball on Wednesday week; promise me that you will come." "I will promise you to think of it," she replied, and Lady Chandos laughed blithely.