Spada turned pale, as Caesar looked at him with an ironical air, which proved that he had anticipated all, and that the snare was well spread.

They began dinner and Spada was only able to inquire of his nephew if he had received his message.

The nephew replied no; perfectly comprehending the meaning of the question.

It was too late, for he had already drunk a glass of excellent wine, placed for him expressly by the pope's butler.

Spada at the same moment saw another bottle approach him, which he was pressed to taste.