venomous hate for his wife. The gentler feeling had given place to the
sterner one. It might have been possible to attempt an argument
against the indulgence of the former; but what could words avail
against revenge? And now there was rising in the soul of Dacres an
evident thirst for vengeance, the result of those injuries which had
been carried in his heart and brooded over for years. The sight of his
wife had evidently kindled all this. If she had not come across his
path he might have forgotten all; but she had come, and all was
revived. She had come, too, in a shape which was adapted in the
highest degree to stimulate all the passion of Dacres's soul--young,
beautiful, fascinating, elegant, refined, rich, honored, courted, and
happy. Upon such a being as this the homeless wanderer, the outcast,
looked, and his soul seemed turned to fire as he gazed. Was it any
wonder?

All this Hawbury thought, and with full sympathy for his injured
friend. He saw also that Dacres could not be trusted by himself. Some
catastrophe would be sure to occur. He determined, therefore, to
accompany his friend, so as to do what he could to avert the calamity
which he dreaded.

And this was the reason why he went with Dacres to Rome.

As for Dacres, he seemed to be animated by but one motive, which he
expressed over and over again:

"She stood between me and my child-angel, and so will I stand between
her and her Italian!"