I heard the splash and tinkle of the fountains within, the scents of the roses and myrtle were wafted toward me with every breath I drew.

Home at last! I smiled--my whole frame quivered with expectancy and delight.

It was not my intention to seek admission by the principal entrance--I contented myself with one long, loving look, and turned to the left, where there was a small private gate leading into an avenue of ilex and pine, interspersed with orange-trees.

This was a favorite walk of mine, partly on account of its pleasant shade even in the hottest noon--partly because it was seldom frequented by any member of the household save myself.

Guido occasionally took a turn with me there, but I was more often alone, and I was fond of pacing up and down in the shadow of the trees, reading some favorite book, or giving myself up to the dolcefar niente of my own imaginings.