people at a distance.

But when Stella had entered the Ludovici collection she perceived
him to the right, gazing at the statue of the beautiful Mars.

He turned instantly, as though some one told him she was near--and
his calm eyes took in the fact that she was alone. The small room
was empty but for the two, and he addressed her as he removed his
hat.

"Good morning, mademoiselle," he said gravely. "Mars is a strong
attraction. I knew I should presently find you here--so when I
caught sight of your spiritual outline across the garden, I came
and--waited."

"He is most splendid-looking, is he not," Stella returned, trying
to suppress the sudden tingle of pleasure that was thrilling her,
"and look how much character there is in his hands."

"Shall we go and study the others, or shall we find a bench in the
garden and sit down and talk?" Count Roumovski asked serenely, and
then smiled to himself as he noticed his companion's apprehensive
glance in the direction where, far away, Martha dozed in peace.

"It would be nice out of doors--but--" and Stella faltered.

"Do not let us be deprived of pleasure by any buts--there is one
out there who will warn us when your maid wakes. See--" and he
advanced toward the entrance door, "there is a bench by that rose
tree where we can be comparatively alone."