"Dog that you are!" And before the blaze of passion in her eyes he recoiled, his courage faltering.

She cropped her anger in mid-career, and in a dangerously calm voice she bade him see to it that by morning he was no longer in Roccaleone.

"Profit by the night," she counselled him, "and escape the vigilance of Gian Maria as best you can.

Here you shall not stay." At that a great fear took possession of him, putting to flight the last remnant of his anger.

Nor fear alone was it, to do him full justice.