"Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in
Italian; "get up for the love of God!"

Arthur jumped out of bed.

"What is the matter? Who is it?"

"It's I, Gian Battista. Get up, quick, for Our
Lady's sake!"

Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door.
As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale,
terrified face, the sound of tramping feet and
clanking metal came along the corridor, and he
suddenly realized the truth.

"For me?" he asked coolly.

"For you! Oh, signorino, make haste! What
have you to hide? See, I can put----"

"I have nothing to hide. Do my brothers
know?"

The first uniform appeared at the turn of the
passage.

"The signor has been called; all the house is
awake. Alas! what a misfortune--what a terrible
misfortune! And on Good Friday! Holy Saints,