She combed out the curls of her glossy black hair, put herself into a

loose tea gown and red slippers, took one backward glance at herself in

the glass, and then going into the drawing-room, she stood by the window

to dream and wait. The snow still fell in thin flakes, but the city was

humming on, and the piazza down below was full of people.

After a while the electric bell of the outer door was rung, and her

heart beat against her breast. "It's he," she thought, and in the

exquisite tumult of the moment she lifted her arms and turned to meet

him.

But when the door was opened it was the Baron Bonelli who was shown into

the room. He was in evening dress, with black tie and studs which had a

chilling effect, and his manner was as cold and calm as usual.

"I regret," he said, "that we must enter on a painful interview."

"As you please," she answered, and sitting on a stool by the fire she

rested her elbows on her knees, and looked straight before her.

"Your letter of last night, my dear, produced the result you desired. I

sent for Commendatore Angelelli, invented some plausible excuses, and

reversed my orders. I also sent for Minghelli and told him to take care

of you on your reckless errand. The matter has thus far ended as you

wished, and I trust you are satisfied."

She nodded her head without turning round, and bore herself with a

certain air of defiance.

"But it is necessary that we should come to an understanding," he

continued. "You have driven me hard, my child. With all the tenderness

and sympathy possible, I am compelled to speak plainly. I wished to

spare your feelings. You will not permit me to do so."

The incisiveness of his speech cut the air like ice dropping from a

glacier, and Roma felt herself turning pale with a sense of something

fearful whirling around her.

"According to your own plans, Rossi is to marry you within a week,

although a month ago he spoke of you in public as an unworthy woman.

Will you be good enough to tell me how this miracle has come to pass?"

She laughed, and tried to carry herself bravely.

"If it is a miracle, how can I explain it?" she said.

"Then permit me to do so. He is going to marry you because he no longer

thinks as he thought a month ago; because he believes he was wrong in

what he said, and would like to wipe it out entirely."




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