Tempera moved quickly into the Duke’s room.
She thought as she entered that the atmosphere was redolent of him and his personality.
It seemed to strike her as it had never done before and she stood for a moment, feeling that he had impressed himself so vividly upon the room that it was almost as if he was there waiting for her.
Then she told herself sharply that there was no time to be lost.
She went to the window and very slowly, so that they made no sound, she drew back the curtains to let in the moonlight.
It poured in, in a silver flood, touching the pictures on the walls with a magic light, and glimmering on the inkpot on the desk against which she had propped her painting.
One ray seemed to spotlight the picture of the angel from Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece.
Tense though s
