you forget that pages have to keep close to their ladies. Here is the token of your new dignity,’ she added, sticking the rose in the buttonhole of my jacket, ‘the token of my favour.’

‘I once received other favours from you,’ I muttered.

‘Ah!’ commented Zina�da, and she gave me a sidelong look, ‘What a memory he has! Well? I’m quite ready now � ’ And stooping to me, she imprinted on my forehead a pure, tranquil kiss.

I only looked at her, while she turned away, and saying, ‘Follow me, my page,’ went into the lodge. I followed her – all in amazement. ‘Can this gentle, reasonable girl,’ I thought, ‘be the Zina�da I used to know?’ I fancied her very walk