htly. 'But it all depends who she is.
I'm--'

He stopped, for the insisting lady had entered.

It was Camilla.

He jumped up. Never before in his career had he been so astounded,
staggered, charmed, enchanted, dazzled, and completely silenced.

'Miss Payne?' he gasped after a prolonged pause.

Simon Shawn effaced himself.

'Yes, Mr. Hugo.'

'Won't you sit down?'

The singular prevalence of beautiful women in England is only
appreciated properly by Englishmen who have lived abroad, and these
alone know also that in no other country is beauty wasted by women as it
is wasted in England. Camilla was beautiful, and supremely beautiful;
she was tall, well and generously formed, graceful, fair, with fine
eyes and fine dark chestnut hair; her absolutely regular features had
the proud Tennysonian cast. But the coldness of Tennysonian damsels was
not hers. Whether she had Latin blood in her veins, or whether Nature
had peculiarly gifted her out of sheer caprice, she possessed in a high
degree that indescribable demeanour, at once a defiance and a surrender,
a question and an answer, a confession and a denial, which is the
universal weapon of women of Latin race in the battle of the sexes, but
of which Englishwomen seem to be almost deprived. 'I am Eve!' say the
mocking, melting eyes of the Southern woman, and so said Camilla's eyes.
No man could rest calm under that glance; no man could forbear the
attempt to decipher the hidden secrecies of its message, and no man
could succeed in the task.

Hugo felt that he had never seen this woman before.

And he might have been excused for feeling so; for instead of the black
alpaca, Camilla now wore a simple but effectively charming toilette such
as 'Hugo's' created and sold to women for the rapture of men in summer
twilights, and over the white dress was thrown a very rich pearl-tinted
opera-cloak, which only partly concealed the curves of the shoulders,
and poised aslant on the glistening coiffure was the identical blue hat
with its wide brims that had visited the dome seventeen hours before.
The total effect was calculated, perfect, overwhelming.

'I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Hugo,' said Camilla, throwing back her
cloak on the left side with a fine gesture, 'but I am in need of your
assistance.'

'Yes?' Hugo whispered, seating himself.

She had a low voice, rare in a blonde, and it thrilled him. And she was
so near him in the great chamber!

'I want you to tell me w