"I come!" he replied, springing up the steps. In another minute he was
beside her, smiling and flushed, looking down at her with deep, intent
gaze.
She made a place for him on the divan. "Sit down," she said.
He seated himself humbly, his eyes studying hers.
She smiled lazily and unfurled her fan, covering her face except the
eyes. They regarded him over the fringe of feathers.
"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"With Titian."
"Giorgione wanted you. He did scold so--!" She laughed musically.