I have nothing to say to him." "Just let me get hold of him!" cried Gabriel, with menace in his looks, and then added: "I only wish I knew where to find Manasseh." "I know," said the princess to herself.

She had learned his address by a curious accident.

When she and the young painter went to see the Sistine Chapel together they were called upon, as are all visitors, to give their names and addresses.

Thus she could not avoid hearing the street and number of Manasseh's temporary abode, and this street and number she had afterward written down in her sketch-book--foreign names are so hard to remember.
When her lawyer had withdrawn she sought her book and turned its leaves in search of the address.

But though she hunted through all the pages again and again, she could not find the memorandum which she felt sure she had made.