The eyes of the little Princess swept the table with a sparkling light.

"Beautiful room, isn't it?"

"Beautiful."

"Never been here before, I suppose?"

David Rossi looked steadfastly into her eyes and answered, "Oh yes,

Princess. When I first returned to Italy eight years ago I was a waiter

in this house for a month."

The sparkling face of the little Princess broke up like a snowball in

the sun, and the two other men dropped their heads.

Roma hardly knew what her own feelings were. Humiliation, shame,

confusion, but above all, pride--pride in David Rossi's courage and

strength.

The white mist from the Campagna pierced to the bone as they came out by

the glass-covered hall, and an old woman with an earthenware scaldino,

crouching by the marble pillars in the street, held out a chill, damp

hand and cried: "A penny for God's sake! May I die unconfessed if I've eaten anything

since yesterday!... God bless you, my daughter! and the Holy Virgin and

all the saints!"

At the door of her house Roma parted from the Princess, and said to

Rossi, as the carriage drove away, "Come early to-morrow. I've not yet

been able to work properly somehow."

She was restless and feverish, and she would have gone to bed

immediately, but crossing the drawing-room she heard the fretful voice

of her aunt saying, "Is that you, Roma?" and she had no choice but to go

into the Countess's bedroom.

A red lamp burned before the shrine, and the old lady was in an

embroidered nightdress, but she was wide awake, and her eyes flashed and

her lips trembled.

"Ah, it's you at last! Sit down! I want to speak to you. Natalina!"

cried the Countess. "Oh, dear me, the girl has gone to bed. Give me the

cognac. There it is--on the dressing-table."

She sipped the brandy, fidgeted with her cambric handkerchief, and said: "Roma, I'm surprised at you! You hadn't used to be so stupid! How? Don't

you see what that woman is doing? What woman? The Princess, of course.

Inviting you to share her box at the opera so that you may be seen in

public with that man. She hates him like poison, but she would swallow

anything to throw you and this Rossi together. Do you expect the Baron

to approve of that? His enemy, and you on such terms with the man? Here,

take back this cognac. I feel as if I would choke--Natalina...."

"You're quite mistaken, Aunt Betsy," said Roma. "The Baron was at the

opera and came into the box himself, and he approved of everything."




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