"The Yellow Mask!" whispered the waiting-girls nervously,
crowding together behind the table. "The Yellow Mask again!"
"Make her speak!"
"Ask her to have something!"
"This gentleman will ask her. Speak to her, sir. Do speak to her!
She glides about in that fearful yellow dress like a ghost."
Fabio looked around mechanically at the girl who was whispering
to him. He saw at the same time that Nanina still kept her head
turned away, and that she had her handkerchief at her eyes. She
was evidently struggling yet with the agitation produced by their
unexpected meeting, and was, most probably for that reason, the
only person in the room not conscious of the presence of the
Yellow Mask.
"Speak to her, sir. Do speak to her!" whispered two of the
waiting-girls together.
Fabio turned again toward the table. The black eyes were still
gleaming at him from behind the tawny yellow of the mask. He
nodded to the girls who had just spoken, cast one farewell look
at Nanina, and moved down the room to get round to the side of
the table at which the Yellow Mask was standing. Step by step as
he moved the bright eyes followed him. Steadily and more steadily
their evil light seemed to shine through and through him, as he
turned the corner of the table and approached the still, spectral
figure.
He came close up to the woman, but she never moved; her eyes
never wavered for an instant.
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