The party returning to Marinata had two hours to spend in the gallery and garden of the Villa Borghese.

Of the pictures and statues of the palace, of the green undulations, the stone pines, the _tempietti_ of the garden, Lucy afterwards had no recollection.

All that she remembered was flight on her part, pursuit on Manisty's, and finally a man triumphant and a girl brought to bay.
It was in a shady corner of the vast garden, where hedges of some fragrant yellow shrub shut in the basin of a fountain, surrounded by a ring of languid nymphs, that Lucy at last found herself face to face with Manisty, and knew that she must submit.
'I do not understand how I have missed Mrs.Burgoyne,' she said hastily, looking round for her companion Mrs.Elliot, who had just left her to overtake her brother and go home; while Lucy was to meet Eleanor and Mr.
Neal at this rendezvous.
Manisty looked at her with his most sparkling, most determined air.
'You have missed her--because I have misled her.' Then, as Lucy drew back, he hurried on,--'I cannot understand, Miss Foster, why it is that you have constantly refused all yesterday evening--all to-day--to give me the opportunity I desired! But I, too, have a will,--and it has been roused! 'I don't understand,' said Lucy, growing white.
'Let me explain, then,' said Manisty, coolly.

'Miss Foster, two nights ago you were attacked,--in danger--under my roof, in my care.

As your host, you owe it to me, to let me account and apologise for such things--if I can.
But you avoid me.