“He calls me ‘heart of his heart’ or likens me to a star that has fallen from the sky, which he will keep captive for ever!”
She spoke with a passionate note in her voice that Pandia did not miss. Then in a different tone she added,
“I will not lose him! Nobody shall take him from me! If any woman did, I swear I would kill her!”
“Selene, how can you talk like that?” Pandia asked.
“Does it sound very dramatic?” Selene replied. “Again it’s my Hungarian blood and it is Mama’s fault if I am over-passionate. She should have married a nice staid Englishman, so that we would have been unemotional, prim and proper young women whom everybody would commend!”
“In which case, we might not have been twins and would certainly not have been beautiful!” Pandia replied. Selene smiled.
“Perhaps you ar
