The sight of the sorceress who had bewitched him, as he watched her in the dance, had once again scattered to the winds all resolution, all hope of the possibility of escaping from the toils. What was all else that he desired to be put in comparison with that raging, craving desire that he felt and sickened with for her? That was what he really wanted--what he must have or die. It was madness to see her, as he saw her then, in the arms of other men, laughing, sparkling, brilliant with animation and enjoyment. Worst hell of all to see her thus with his nephew, her admiration for whom she had frankly confessed; whose ways with women he knew, and whose intimacy with Bianca had already become suspicious to him. Yet not the less did he stand and gaze, as they danced together, clearly the handsomest and best-matched couple in the room--matched so admirably evidently by design and forethought. He had seen Ludovico and Bianca leave the ball-room, after the last dance, together with the crowd of most of those who had been joining in it, and had begun fluttering, poor moth, after the irresistible attraction, to follow them towards the supper-room. Missing sight of them in the throng for a minute, he had followed on to the principal supper-room, and not finding them there (for the reason the reader wots of) had returned on his steps, and was sitting on the end of a divan, by the door of the next room to the ball-room, through which all had to pass who wished to go thence to the supper-room. There were people passing through the centre of the room from door to door; but there was no other, save the Marchese, sitting down in it. There the Conte Leandro found him, and came and sat down by his side; much, at first, to the Marchese's annoyance. "What! you not in the supper-room, Signor Leandro. I thought your place was always there?" said the Marchese. "I'm no greater a supper-eater than another; let them say what they please. But I have just been getting a glass of wine and a biscuit in the little supper-room at the further end there." "What, are there two supper-rooms? I did not know that!" "Only a buffet in the little room at the end, where the papers generally are. It was mainly Ludovico's doing,--in order to have less crowd in the supper-room,--and perhaps to have a quiet place for a tete-a-tete supper himself. Oh! I knew better than not to clear out, when he and La Diva Bianca came in; specially as there was nobody else there. Faith! I left them there alone together." "Oh! that's where he is supping, then?" said the Marchese, in the most unconcerned tone he could manage.