" Her voice shook a little as she implored
a merciful judgment from the relentless old lady. Aunt Maria's shrewd
eyes grew softer.
"I used to say that to myself for ever so long," she said. "I catch
myself saying it now and then even now."
"You're disappointed at not--not getting on better with him, and it makes
you bitter."
"And you? You get on very well with him?"
"I don't think I'm blind about him. I see what you mean and what a lot of
people feel. If there is a pit, I've walked into it open-eyed."
"He's in love with you, of course?"
A denial was hardly worth while and quite useless. "You must ask him
that, Miss Quisante," May replied. Aunt Maria nodded and gazed at her
long and steadily.
"Yes, you're his Empress among women," she said at last with a little
sneer. "Sandro has a phrase for everything and everybody. And are you in
love with him?"
May had wanted to come to close quarters and was glad that Aunt Maria
gave her a lead. But she did not return a direct answer to the question.
"You wouldn't be encouraging, if I were thinking of becoming his wife.
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