and　that　it　was　no　trouble　at　all；　then　he　abruptly　left　her　and　went
  over　to　beg　a　cup　of　tea　from　Clementina；　who　sat　behind　the　kettle　by
  the　window。
  〃I　have　heard　this　morning　from　that　American　I　met　in　Pompeii〃　he　began。
  〃He　is　coming　northward；　and　I　am　going　down　to　meet　him　in　Rome。〃
  Mrs。　Lander　caught　the　word；　and　called　across　the　room；　〃Why；　a'n't　that
  whe'e　that　lo'd's　gone？〃
  Clementina　said　yes；　and　while　the　kettle　boiled；　she　asked　if　Baron
  Belsky　were　going　soon。
  〃Oh；　in　a　week　or　ten　days；　perhaps。　　I　shall　know　when　he　arrives。　　Then
  I　shall　go。　　We　write　to　each　other　every　day。〃　　He　drew　a　letter　from
  his　breast　pocket。　　〃This　will　give　you　the　idea　of　his　character；〃　and
  he　read；　〃If　we　believe　that　the　hand　of　God　directs　all　our　actions；　how
  can　we　set　up　our　theories　of　conduct　against　what　we　feel　to　be　his
  inspiration？〃
  〃What　do　you　think　of　that？〃　　he　demanded。
  〃I　don't　believe　that　God　directs　our　wrong　actions；〃　said　Clementina。
  〃How！　　Is　there　anything　outside　of　God？
  〃I　don't　know　whether　there　is　or　not。　　But　there　is　something　that
  tempts　me　to　do　wrong；　sometimes；　and　I　don't　believe　that　is　God。〃
  The　Russian　seemed　struck。　　〃I　will　write　that　to　him！〃
  〃No；〃　said　Clementina；　〃I　don't　want　you　to　say　anything　about　me　to
  him。〃
  〃No；　no！〃　　said　Baron　Belsky；　waving　his　band　reassuringly。　　〃I　would　not
  mention　your　name！〃
  Mr。　Ewins　came　in；　and　the　Russian　said　he　must　go。　　Mrs。　Lander　tried　to
  detain　him；　too；　as　she　had　tried　to　keep　Mr。　Hinkle；　but　be　was
  inexorable。　　Mr。　Ewins　looked　at　the　door　when　it　had　closed　upon　him。
  Mrs。　Lander　said；　〃That　is　one　of　the　gentlemen　that　Clementina　met　the
  otha　night　at　the　dance。　　He　is　a　baron；　but　he　scratches　it　out。　　You'd
  ought　to　head　him　go　on　about　Americans。〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　Mr。　Ewins　coldly。　　〃He's　at　our　hotel；　and　he　airs　his
  peculiar　opinions　at　the　table　d'hote　pretty　freely。　　He's　a
  revolutionist　of　some　kind；　I　fancy。〃　　He　pronounced　the　epithet　with　an
  abhorrence　befitting　the　citizen　of　a　state　born　of　revolution　and　a　city
  that　had　cradled　the　revolt。　　〃He's　a　Nihilist；　I　believe。〃
  Mrs。　Lander　wished　to　know　what　that　was；　and　he　explained　that　it　was　a
  Russian　who　wanted　to　overthrow　the　Czar；　and　set　up　a　government　of　the
  people；　when　they　were　not　prepared　for　liberty。
  〃Then；　maybe　he　isn't　a　baron　at　all；〃　said　Mrs。　Lander。
  〃Oh；　I　believe　he　has　a　right　to　his　title；〃　Ewins　answered。　　〃It's　a
  German　one。〃
  He　said　he　thought　that　sort　of　man　was　all　the　more　mischievous　on
  account　of　his　sincerity。　　He　instanced　a　Russian　whom　a　friend　of　his
  knew　in　Berlin；　a　man　of　rank　like　this　fellow：　he　got　to　brooding　upon
  the　condition　of　working　people　and　that　kind　of　thing；　till　he　renounced
  his　title　and　fortune　and　went　to　work　in　an　iron　foundry。
  Mr。　Ewins　also　spoke　critically　of　Mrs。　Milray。　　He　had　met　her　in　Egypt；
  but　you　soon　exhausted　the　interest　of　that　kind　of　woman。　　He　professed
  a　great　concern　that　Clementina　should　see　Florence　in　just　the　right
  way；　and　he　offered　his　services　in　showing　her　the　place。
  The　Russian　came　the　next　day；　and　almost　daily　after　that；　in　the
  interest　with　which　Clementina's　novel　difference　from　other　American
  girls　seemed　to　inspire　him。　　His　imagination　had　transmuted　her　simple
  Yankee　facts　into　something　appreciable　to　a　Slav　of　his　temperament。
  He　conceived　of　her　as　the　daughter　of　a　peasant；　whose　beauty　had
  charmed　the　widow　of　a　rich　citizen；　and　who　was　to　inherit　the　wealth　of
  her　adoptive　mother。　　He　imagined　that　the　adoption　had　taken　place　at　a
  much　earlier　period　than　the　time　when　Clementina's　visit　to　Mrs。　Lander
  actually　began；　and　that　all　which　could　he　done　had　been　done　to　efface
  her　real　character　by　indulgence　and　luxury。
  His　curiosity　concerning　her　childhood；　her　home；　her　father　and　mother；
  her　brothers　and　sisters；　and　his　misunderstanding　of　everything　she　told
  him；　amused　her。　　But　she　liked　him；　and　she　tried　to　give　him　some
  notion　of　the　things　he　wished　so　much　to　know。　　It　always　ended　in　a
  dissatisfaction；　more　or　less　vehement；　with　the　outcome　of　American
  conditions　as　he　conceived　them。
  〃But　you；〃　he　urged　one　day；　〃you　who　are　a　daughter　of　the　fields　and
  woods；　why　should　you　forsake　that　pure　life；　and　come　to　waste　yourself
  here？〃
  〃Why；　don't　you　think　it's　very　nice　in　Florence？〃　she　asked；　with　eyes
  of　innocent　interest。
  〃Nice！　　Nice！　　Do　we　live　for　what　is　nice？　　Is　it　enough　that　you　have
  what　you　Americans　call　a　nice　time？〃
  Clementina　reflected。　　〃I　wasn't　doing　much　of　anything　at　home；　and　I
  thought　I　might　as　well　come　with　Mrs。　Lander；　if　she　wanted　me　so　much。〃
  She　thought　in　a　certain　way；　that　he　was　meddling　with　what　was　not　his
  affair；　but　she　believed　that　he　was　sincere　in　his　zeal　for　the　ideal
  life　he　wished　her　to　lead；　and　there　were　some　things　she　had　heard
  about　him　that　made　her　pity　and　respect　him；　his　self…exile　and　his
  renunciation　of　home　and　country　for　his　principles；　whatever　they　were；
  she　did　not　understand　exactly。　　She　would　not　have　liked　never　being
  able　to　go　back　to　Middlemount；　or　to　be　cut　off　from　all　her　friends　as
  this　poor　young　Nihilist　was；　and　she　said；　now；　〃I　didn't　expect　that　it
  was　going　to　be　anything　but　a　visit；　and　I　always　supposed　we　should　go
  back　in　the　spring；　but　now　Mrs。　Lander　is　beginning　to　think　she　won't
  be　well　enough　till　fall。〃
  〃And　why　need　you　stay　with　her？〃
  〃Because　she's　not　very　well；〃　answered　Clementina；　and　she　smiled；　a
  little　triumphantly　as　well　as　tolerantly。
  〃She　could　hire　nurses　and　doctors；　all　she　wants　with　her　money。〃
  〃I　don't　believe　it　would　be　the　same　thing；　exactly；　and　what　should　I
  do　if　I　went　back？〃
  〃Do？　　Teach　！　　Uplift　the　lives　about　you。〃
  〃But　you　say　it　is　better　for　people　to　live　simply；　and　not　read　and
  think　so　much。〃
  〃Then　labor　in　the　fields　with　them。〃
  Clementina　laughed　outright。　　〃I　guess　if　anyone　saw　me　wo'king　in　the
  fields　they　would　think　I　was　a　disgrace　to　the　neighbahood。〃
  Belsky　gave　her　a　stupified　glare　through　his　spectacles。　　〃I　cannot
  undertand　you　Americans。〃
  〃Well；　you　must　come　ova　to　America；　then；　Mr。　Belsky〃he　had　asked　her
  not　to　call　him　by　his　title〃and　then　you　would。〃
  〃No；　I　could　not　endure　the　disappointment。　　You　have　the　great
  opportunity　of　the　earth。　　You　could　be　equal　and　just；　and　simple　and
  kind。　　There　is　nothing　to　hinder　you。　　But　all　you　try　to　do　is　to　get
  more　and　more　money。〃
  〃Now；　that　isn't　faia；　Mr。　Belsky；　and　you　know　it。〃
  Well；　then；　you　joke；　jokealways　joke。　　Like　that　Mr。　Hinkle。　　He　wants
  to　make　money　with　his　patent　of　a　gleaner；　that　will　take　the　last　grain
  of　wheat　from　the　poor；　and　he　wants　to　jokejoke！'
  Clementina　said；　〃I　won't　let　you　say　that　about　Mr。　Hinkle。　　You　don't
  know　him；　or　you　wouldn't。　　If　he　jokes；　why　shouldn't　he？〃
  Belsky　made　a　gesture　of　rejection。　　〃Oh；　you　are　an　American；　too。〃
  She　had　not　grown　less　American；　certainly；　since　she　had　left　home；　even
  the　little　conformities　to　Europe　that　she　practiced　were　traits　of
  Americanism。　　Clementina　was　not　becoming　sophisticated；　but　perhaps　she
  was　becoming　more　conventionalized。　　The　knowledge　of　good　and　evil　in
  things　that　had　all　seemed　indifferently　good　to　her　once；　had　crept　upon
  her；　and　she　distinguished　in　her　actions。　　She　sinned　as　little　as　any
  young　lady　in　Florence　against　the　superstitions　of　society；　but　though
  she　would　not　now　have　done　a　skirt…dance　before　a　shipful　of　people；　she
  did　not　afflict　herself　about　her　past　errors。　　She　put　on　the　world；　but
  she　wore　it　simply　and　in　most　matters　unconsciously。　　Some　things　were
  imparted　to　her　without　her　asking　or　wishing；　and　merely　in　virtue　of
  her　youth　and　impressionability。　　She　took　them　from　her　environment
  without　knowing　it；　and　in　this　way　she　was　coming　by　an　English　manner
  and　an　English　tone；　she　was　only　the　less　American　for　being　rather
  English　without　trying；　when　other　Americans　tried　so　hard。　　In　the
  region　of　harsh　nasals；　Clementina　had　never　spoken　through　her　nose；　and
  she　was　now　as　unaffected　in　these　alien　inflections　as　in　the　tender
  cooings　which　used　to　rouse　the　misgivings　of　her　brother　Jim。　　When　she
  was　with　English　people　she　employed　them　involuntarily；　and　when　she　was
  with　Americans　she　measurably　lost　them；　so　that　after　half　an　hour　with
  Mr。　Hinkle；　she　had　scarcely　a　trace　of　them；　and　with　Mrs。　Lander　she
  always　spoke　with　her　native　accent。
  XXIII
  One　Sunday　night；　toward　the　end　of　Lent；　Mrs。　Lander　had　another　of　her
  attacks；　she　now　began　to　call　them　so　as　if　she　had　established　an
  ownership　in　them。　　It　came　on　from　her　cumulative　over…eating；　again；
  but　the　doctor　was　not　so　smiling　as　he　had　been　with　regard　to　the
  first。　　Clementina　had　got　ready　to　drive　out　to　Miss　Milray's　for　one　of
  her　Sunday　teas；　but　she　put　off　her　things；　and　prepared　to　spend　the
  night　at　Mrs。　Lander's　bedside。　　〃Well；　I　should　think　you　would　want
  to；〃　said　the　sufferer。　　〃I'm　goin'　to　do　everything　for　you；　and　you'd
  ought　to　be　willing　to　give　up　one　of　youa　junketin's　for　me。　　I'm　sure　I
  don't　k