But there was still a dangerous glare in her cat-like eyes as she turned towards the window and faced the dull yellowish light of the late afternoon.
'You will soon find out that I have not exaggerated,' she said, dropping from her late tone of fury to a note of icy coldness.

'The seals will be removed to-morrow at noon, and I suppose no one can prevent you from being present if you choose.

After that you will make such arrangements for your own future as you see fit.

I should recommend you to apply to one of the two convents on which my brother-in-law lavished nearly three millions of francs during his life.

One or the other of them will certainly take you in without a dowry, and you will have at least a decent roof over your head.' With this practical advice the Princess Chiaromonte swept from the room and Angela was left alone to ask herself whether such a sudden calamity as hers had ever before overtaken an innocent girl in her Roman world.