And indeed the voice of Chevis could be heard shouting her name in the distance.
She ran across to the window and leaned out, laughing, alight.
'Tm coming! I'm coming! Look, I'm dressed, now. And I'm wearing the shawl you gave me. Do you like it?"
He called back, shading his eyes with his hand: "I adore it, and you too. But will you kindly come downstairs at once?"
"At once! I promise." She kissed her hand to him.
"And Monsieur Heinrich, Madame?" Marie pursued stolidly as her mistress prepared to escape from the room.
"Que le diable l'emporte! Write and say that I'm too busy to see him yet."
"But, Madame, I read only very slowly, and I am quite unable to write at all."
"Then do as I do—tear his letter into little bits."
"Madame :s quite impossible!"
But Lina was no longer in the room.
It had become a favorite amusement for Chevis to take her out in a boat to the middle of a lake near the villa; here they would lie for hours on cushions, basking in the sun, drowsy, silent, and sometimes she made him read aloud to her while she lay motionless, chin propped on her hand, staring down into the black mirror of the lake, where strange weeds streamed, and fish glided in and out of the shadows, and showers of silver^ bubbles came glittering up to the surface from time to time.
"Not tired of the country, Lina?"
"Tired of it? I love it more every day."
"And to-night we'11 stalk the nightingale, won't we?"
"Yes. Did I teil you, Paul smiled at me to-day. I think he's beginning to like me. Do you really believe that we shall hear the nightingale?"