He knew the writing directly he glanced at it and every move of
his body stiffened with renewed anger. And it is to be feared he
said to himself, "it is from that cursed man."

He read it aloud, and it was the briefest and most courteous note
asking for the honor of an interview at whatever time would be
most agreeable to Canon Ebley. The nature of the business to be
discussed at it was not stated.

"I strongly advise you not to see the scoundrel," Mr. Medlicott
said vehemently. "It is far better that we should all leave Rome
immediately and avoid any chance of scandal."

"Before we can decide anything," Mrs. Ebley said decisively, "I
must speak with my niece. If she is quite ignorant of this
foreigner's ravings, then there will be no necessity to alter our
trip--we can merely move to another hotel. The whole thing is most
unpleasant and irritating and has quite upset me."

Stella, upstairs in her cosy bed, had meanwhile received another
note from her lover. Full of tenderness and encouragement, it made
her feel as bold as a young lioness and ready to brave any attack.
That her aunt had not been to see why she was not dressed already
was filling her with surprise, and after the waiter had brought
the message she guessed the reason why.

A firm tap to the door presently and her Aunt Caroline's voice
saying sternly. "It is I, Stella, please let me in at once."

Miss Rawson got out of bed, unlocked the door and bounded back