Faustina was standing at this point therefore, when Gouache made
towards her, having done homage to Corona and to the other ladies
in the room. His attention was arrested for a moment by the sight
of San Giacinto's gigantic figure. The cousin of the house was
standing before Mavia Montevarchi, bending slightly towards her
and talking in low tones. His magnificent proportions made him by
far the most noticeable person in the room, and it is no wonder
that Gouache paused and looked at him, mentally observing that the
two would make a fine couple.
As he stood still he became aware that Corona herself was at his
side. He glanced at her with something of inquiry in his eyes, and
was about to speak when she made him a sign to follow her. They
sat down together in a deserted corner at the opposite end of the
room.
"I have something to say to you, Monsieur Gouache," she said, in a
low voice, as she settled herself against the cushions. "I do not
know that I have any right to speak, except that of a good
friend--and of a woman."
"I am at your orders, princess."
"No, I have no orders to give you. I have only a suggestion to
make. I have watched you often during the last month. My advice
begins with a question. Do you love her?"
Gouache's first instinct was to express the annoyance he felt at
this interrogation.
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