He had kept out of her way during the past few days.
"Good heavens, Gouache!" cried Del Ferice, starting back, as he caught sight of the artist's grey trousers and yellow gaiters.

"What is the meaning of this comedy ?" "What ?" asked Gouache, coolly.

Then, glancing at his legs, he answered, "Oh, nothing.

I have turned Zouave--that is all.

Will you sit down, Donna Tullia?
I was waiting for you." "Turned Zouave!" exclaimed Madame Mayer and Del Ferice in a breath.
"Turned Zouave!" "Well ?" said Gouache, raising his eyebrows and enjoying their surprise.
"Well--why not ?" Del Ferice struck a fine attitude, and, laying one hand upon Donna Tullia's arm, whispered hoarsely in her ear-- "_Siamo traditi_--we are betrayed!" he said.