It would be much better fun than staying on our
balcony."
"Where is your balcony?" asked Bero, stroking his long moustaches.
"It is on the corner of Maria e Jesu, and if I ever see you coming by, I
shall be tempted to pepper your pretty uniform. How beautiful it is!"
"Yes," replied Bero, again gazing proudly down at his lithe figure, in
its well-fitting clothes, "but I would be willing to be showered with
confetti daily to see you. How shall I know you? What is to be the color
of your domino?" And he bent forward, hitting his spurs against the
paving stones, flashing his deep eyes, and half reaching out his hand,
in that same tender, respectful way.
Mae saw the sunlight strike his hair; she half heard his deep breath;
and, like a flood, there suddenly swept over her the knowledge that this
new friend, this sympathizing soul, was an unknown man, and that she
was a girl. What had she done? What could she do? Confusion and
embarrassment suddenly overtook her. She bent her eyes away from those
other eyes, that were growing bolder and more tender in their gaze.
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