'And remember!'-- he bent towards her, dropping his voice with an air in which authority and sweetness mingled--'send Mr.Manisty home!' He felt the sudden start in the girl's hand before he dropped it.

Then he turned to Manisty himself.
'Ah! Manisty, here you are.

Your ladies want to leave us.' Manisty made his farewells, and carried Lucy off.

But as they walked towards the house he said not a word, and Lucy, venturing a look at him, saw the storm on his brow, the stiffness of the lips.
'We are going to the Villa Borghese, are we not ?' she said timidly--'if Mrs.Burgoyne ought to go ?' 'We must go somewhere, I suppose,' he said, stalking on before her.

'We can't sit in the street.'.