Avanti, cocchiere!" Scrutiny less keen than Miriam's could perceive that Cecily had not her usual pleasure in to-day's expedition.

Even Mrs.Bradshaw, sitting over against her in the carriage, noticed that the girl's countenance lacked its natural animation, wore now and then a tired look; the lids hung a little heavily over the beautiful eyes, and the cheeks were a thought pale.

When she forgot herself in conversation, Cecily was the same as ever; mirthful, brightly laughing, fervent in expressing delight; but her thoughts too often made her silent, and then one saw that she was not heart and soul in the present.

It was another Cecily than on that day at Baiae.

"She has been over-exciting herself since she came here," was Mrs.Bradshaw's mental remark.