Chapter Three‘It must be very late, or rather very early in the morning,’ Zena thought to herself.
Strangely enough she was not tired, but still excited and exhilarated by the whole evening.
The show, which the students put on at the ball, had taken a long time, but had been extremely amusing.
They brought in strange creations that they had made in their various studios and when a prehistoric animal collapsed with dozens of students on top of it, everybody in the ballroom screamed and shouted their applause and Zena had found it very funny.
She was laughing at the chaos on the floor below when she realised that the Comte was watching her rather than the spectacle.
“Do look!” she cried. “You have never seen such a mess!”
“ I would rather look at you,” he said in a low voice and she ho
