Freed from the wrangling and confusion which the presence of the others bred, Flavia regained her serenity as she walked.
The countess, with a gay glance, led the way, and took me into Flavia's morning-room.
She, too, answered to the name of Flavia—whether she were one and the same as the horticultural lady it is impossible to say.
I threw the letter down in disgust, and Flavia laughed at me.
But Flavia had taken his advice to heart, and when seated at table abstained from casting a glance in Paul's direction.
As evening fell, I drove through the busy streets to Flavia's residence.
Flavia looked up, and Gerard caught her eyes, no longer quite untroubled before his own.
"I should like to stay," said Flavia; and I reined my horse beside hers.
"I will be more fascinating, more coquettish than ever," said Camilla to the fair-haired Flavia, her friend and confidante.
Strakencz would be there, and he was to conceal our departure, if he could, from Flavia.