The girl hesitated a moment, then nodded.
Cyrus, delighted at the unexpected answer, took another step
nearer--perhaps two or three. Joy was written in his face. His manner
became, unconsciously, almost familiar.
"How fortunate! I am a stranger here. Can you tell me what place this
is?"
As he moved nearer the parapet the girl had turned toward him until her
face was more in the sunlight. In his own face admiration was clearly
written. The girl lowered her eyes. But she made no answer.