Catalina rose abruptly. “I must go upstairs and rest for to-night. I have been on the go since daybreak. Thank you for asking me to your pretty room,” she added, with the charming courtesy she had at command. “You have what the French call the gift of installation, and this looks as if you had always lived here. I can’t even keep my room tidy.” “You have always had servants to keep it tidy for you,” said the other, with her quick, sweet smile. She shook Catalina’s hand warmly. “Come in often,” she said, and there was no doubting her sincerity. “And put on your most becoming gown to-night. It will be a pleasure to look at you.” But although she was attracted to Catalina, and admired her beauty with the eye of the connoisseur, she had made up her mind to marry Over. Her love for the worthy but impoverished prince who had followed her about Europe for half a year was a fiction of the moment, but Over had carried her off her feet. She had met scions of the continental aristocracies by the score, but it was her first adventure with an Englishman of the higher class who looked as if he would love with difficulty and make love with ardor. She had held his attention during the morning immediately in the wake of many sensations quickened by Catalina, and it is possible that some of their exuberance may have overflowed to her. She recalled that his eyes had sparkled and melted and dwelt ardently upon her own, that his tones had been laden with meaning more than once, that he had uttered many spontaneously complimentary things. She looked upon Catalina as a lovely and somewhat clever child who could have no chance in the ring with herself, but she had taken pains to make certain that her young affections were not involved. She might have hesitated before breaking an engagement. It must be added that she cared not at all if Over were rich or poor. An English aristocrat, handsome, charming, a guardsman—her heart ached with the romance of it. XXIV After supper they sat about the table in the garden until nine o’clock, the men and several of the women smoking; and there was much talk of art, of books, of travel, gossip of the studios, of politics. Until the day before it had been a party grown intimate through the association of several weeks, and to-night, at this their third meal, the three Americans and the Englishman glided insensibly into the circle. It was a new society for all of them, and they were interested according to their respective bias.