and twice already, some sharp remarks have passed between
the newly-married couple, in consequence of her ladyship's freedom
in purchasing pretty tempting things at the shops in Paris.
"I can't afford it; you must keep to your allowance." She has had to
hear those words already. For my part, I like her. She has the nice,
easy foreign manners--she talks to me as if I was a human being
like herself.'

The second letter was dated from Rome.

'My lord's caprices' (Ferrari wrote) 'have kept us perpetually
on the move. He is becoming incurably restless. I suspect he is
uneasy in his mind. Painful recollections, I should say--I find him
constantly reading old letters, when her ladyship is not present.
We were to have stopped at Genoa, but he hurried us on. The same
thing at Florence. Here, at Rome, my lady insists on resting.
Her brother has met us at this place. There has been a quarrel already
(the lady's maid tells me) between my lord and the Baron. The latter
wanted to borrow money of the former. His lordship refused in language
which offended Baron Rivar. My lady pacified them, and made them
shake hands.'

The third, and last letter, was from Venice.

'More of my lord's economy! Instead of staying at the hotel,
we have hired a damp, mouldy, rambling old palace. My lady insists
on having the best suites of rooms wherever we go--and the palace
comes cheaper for a two months' term. My lord tried to get it
for longer; he says the quiet of Venice is good for his nerves.
But a foreign speculator has secured the palace, and is going to turn