think him delightful. A friend of ten years’ standing could not have done more for us, or with a more perfect courtesy.”
“Come,” observed the countess, smiling, “I see my vampire is only some millionaire, who has taken the appearance of Lara in order to avoid being confounded with M. de Rothschild; and you have seen her?”
“Her?”
“The beautiful Greek of yesterday.”
“No; we heard, I think, the sound of her guzla, but she remained perfectly invisible.”
“When you say invisible,” interrupted Albert, “it is only to keep up the mystery; for whom do you take the blue domino at the window with the white curtains?”