The girl ran to Milo, and together they went down to the gallery beyond the picture door. Then Dolores set out with her own fair hands wine and sweetmeats, the confections taken from the yacht, strange and new to her, but in her mind something desirable to such men as Pearse, else why had they brought such things? And again using her innate witchery, she set a chair for Pearse at a distance from her own, where she could look straight into his face or hide her own, as her fancy dictated.

“Hast seen the like before?” she smiled, looking at him over the brim of a chased gold flagon.

“Never, never, Dolores!” he said, and his eyes blazed into hers. He moved his chair close to her, and reached for her free hand.

“What! Hast thou no eyes for these things?”