at the little stranger with their softly-bold black eyes full of
admiration. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Bah, they gaze in that
way at all womankind. See, now they are watching the next one," and as
he spoke, the boys turned with one accord to stare at a young Italian
girl, who pressed closer to the side of her hook-nosed old duenna:

"It is not those loungers that I noticed," replied the other. "Look
there," and he waved his hand lightly toward the left, where, under a
large-leafed tree, gazing apparently in idleness, stood a young man.

"Ah," said Luigi, still incredulous, "he sees nothing but Rome; he is
fresh from over the seas."

"No, no, watch his eyes," replied the other.

They were assuredly fixed, with a keen searching glance, on a little
form before them, and as Eric and Mae suddenly turned to the left, the
stranger, half carelessly, but very quickly, crossed to another path,
from which he could watch them, but be, in his turn, unobserved.

"Jealous," laughed Luigi, shrugging his shoulders again. "Her lover,
probably."

"No," replied Bero, "but he may be some time." Then after a moment's
pause, "Good evening," he said carelessly. "I am going to say my prayers
at vespers. I've been a sorry scamp of late."

Luigi laughed disdainfully and lightly. "You want to get rid of me?
Well, be it so. I don't want to lose my heart over a little foreigner. I
have other game. However, Lillia shall not know of it. Addio, Bero." So