Repeat all." "He began," Poor Jr.

went on, quietly, though his hand gripped my shoulder to almost painfulness,--"he began by saying to these ladies, in my presence, that we should be careful not to pick up chance strangers to dine, in Italy, and--and he went on to give me a repetition of his friendly warning about Paris.

He hinted things for a while, until I asked him to say what he knew of you.

Then he said he knew all about you; that you were an outcast, a left-handed member of his own family, an adventurer--" "It is finished, my friend," I said, interrupting him, and gazed with all my soul upon the beautiful lady.

Her face was as white as Antonio's or that of my friend, or as my own must have been.