She knew something of the efforts that had been made to keep her away from the villa .-- He would be furiously helpless and miserable under the infliction .-- Somehow, her spirits rose .-- She went to the door of the salon, and heard the carriage drive up that was to take them to Nemi.

Across Manisty's room, she saw himself on the balcony lounging and smoking till the ladies should appear.

The blue lake with its green shores sparkled beyond him.

The day was brightening.

Certainly--let the bad news wait! * * * * * As they drove along the Galleria di Sotto, Manisty seemed to be preoccupied.