Before she had finished the last line of the verse the curtains of a
window in the second story of the Inn parted and another young girl
showed herself through the lattice. This girl was dark-haired like the
gypsy, and bright-eyed like the gypsy, and, like the gypsy, she seemed to
be some eighteen years of age, but beyond these obvious features
resemblance ceased. The girl who looked down from the window of the Inn
was of a slenderer shape than the gypsy, of a more delicate complexion,
of a grace and bearing that suggested different breeding and another race
than that of the more exuberant Gitana. The girl at the window spoke in a
clear, sweet voice to the singer: "I thought it must be you, Flora."