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Wonderful Manella? Come here! come quite close to me!" She obeyed, moving with the soft tread of a forest animal, and, face to face with him, looked up. He smiled kindly into her dark fierce eyes, and noted with artistic approval the unspoiled beauty of natural lines in her form, and the proud poise of her handsome head on her full throat and splendid shoulders.
Every one can tell you that, my dear! It does not need Mr. Senator Gwent's assurance to emphasise the fact! That you find him an ugly old man is natural but that you should also think him 'very kind' DOES surprise me!" Manella gazed at him seriously her lovely eyes gleaming like jewels under her long black lashes. "You mock at everything," she said "It is a pity!"
"Manella, Manella!" she said "You do not know what you say you cannot understand the responsibility it would make you a prisoner for life " "Oh, I understand!" and Manella shook back her dark hair with the little proud, decisive gesture characteristic of her temperament "Yes! and I wish to be so imprisoned!
The strangest and most dramatic happenings have the knack of settling down into the commonplace, and so in due course the days at the Palazzo d'Oro went on tranquilly, Manella being established there and known as "la bella Signora Seaton" by the natives of the little surrounding villages, who were gradually brought to understand the helpless condition of her husband and pitied her accordingly.
Yet she had an eager wish to tell him something about the wonderful little creature with lightning eyes who had left the Plaza that morning and had told her, Manella, that she was "quite beautiful." Pride, and an innocent feminine vanity thrilled her; "if another woman thinks so, it must be so," she argued, being aware that women seldom admire each other.
Manella nodded her lips trembled, and she clasped her hands nervously across her bosom. "Well! I believe I won't say it for certain, that he's got something worse than that!" said Gwent, impressively "And that's why he was chosen to live up on that hill in the 'hut of the dying' away from everybody. See? And of course anything may happen at any moment.
"That I was not bad to look at " and Manella, gathering sudden boldness, lifted her dark eyes to his face "She said I could tell you that she thinks me quite beautiful! Yes! quite beautiful!" He smiled a smile that was more like a sneer. "So you are! I've told you so, often. 'There needs no ghost come from the grave' to emphasise the fact.
You might possibly help him a bit " "Ah, I am not clever!" sighed Manella. "No you're not clever thank God for it! But you're devoted and devotion is sometimes more than cleverness." He paused, reflectively. "Well, I'll have to go away tomorrow it wouldn't be any use my staying on here. In fact, I'd rather be out of the way.
Morgana wrote many letters and varied this occupation by occasionally sitting in the loggia to talk with Manella and Lady Kingswood, both of whom now seemed the natural inhabitants of the Palazzo d'Oro.
Sam Gwent tried to get some conversation with Manella, but found it difficult. She did not wait on the visitors in the dining-room, and Gwent imagined he knew the reason why. Her beauty was of too brilliant and riante a type to escape the notice and admiration of men, whose open attentions were likely to be embarrassing to her, and annoying to her employers.
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