Donna Tullia found another bank-note; there were now seventy-five scudi in her hand.
She thought she saw Temistocle tremble with excitement.

But still he hesitated.
"Signora, my conscience," he said, in a low voice of protestation.
"Come," said Madame Mayer, impatiently, "there is another--there are a hundred scudi--that is all I have got," she added, turning down her empty glove.
Suddenly Temistocle put out his hand and grasped the bank-notes eagerly.
But instead of retiring to allow her to enter, he pushed roughly past her.
"You may go in," he said in a hoarse whisper, and turning quickly, fled precipitately down the narrow steps, in his shirt-sleeves as he was.
Madame Mayer stood for a moment looking after him in surprise, even when he had already disappeared.
Then she turned and entered the door rather timidly; but before she had gone two steps in the dark passage, she uttered a cry of horror.

Del Ferice stood in her way, wrapped in a loose dressing-gown, a curious expression upon his pale face, which from its whiteness was clearly distinguishable in the gloom.

Temistocle had cheated her, had lied in telling her that his master was absent, had taken her bribe and had fled.
He would easily find an excuse for having allowed her to enter; and with his quick valet's instinct, he guessed that she would not confess to Del Ferice that she had bribed him.

Ugo came forward a step and instantly recognised Madame Mayer.
"Donna Tullia!" he cried, "what are you doing?
You must not be seen here." A less clever man than Ugo would have pretended to be overjoyed at her coming.