Blushing；　he　followed　Cooley　into　the　coach；　to　spend　five　happy
  hours；　utterly　oblivious　of　the　bright　French　landscape　whirling
  by　outside　the　window。
  There　ensued　a　month　of　conscientious　sightseeing　in　Paris；　and　that
  unfriendly　city　afforded　him　only　one　glimpse　of　the　Countess。　　She
  whizzed　by　him　in　a　big　touring…car　one　afternoon　as　he　stood　on　an
  〃isle　of　safety〃　at　the　foot　of　the　Champs　Elysees。　　Cooley　was
  driving　the　car。　　The　raffish；　elderly　Englishman　（whose　name；　Mellin
  knew；　was　Sneyd）　sat　with　him；　and　beside　Madame　de　Vaurigard　in　the
  tonneau　lolled　a　gross…looking　manunmistakably　an　Americanwith　a
  jovial；　red；　smooth…shaven　face　and　several　chins。　　Brief　as　the
  glimpse　was；　Mellin　had　time　to　receive　a　distinctly　disagreeable
  impression　of　this　person；　and　to　wonder　how　Heaven　could　vouchsafe
  the　society　of　Madame　de　Vaurigard　to　so　coarse　a　creature。
  All　the　party　were　dressed　as　for　the　road；　gray　with　dust；　and　to
  all　appearances　in　a　merry　mood。　　Mellin's　heart　gave　a　leap　when
  he　saw　that　the　Countess　recognized　him。　　Her　eyes；　shining　under
  a　white　veil；　met　his　for　just　the　instant　before　she　was　quite　by；
  and　when　the　machine　had　passed　a　little　handkerchief　waved　for　a
  moment　from　the　side　of　the　tonneau　where　she　sat。
  With　that　he　drew　the　full　breath　of　Romance。
  He　had　always　liked　to　believe　that　~〃grandes　dames〃~　leaned　back
  in　the　luxurious　upholstery　of　their　victorias；　landaulettes；
  daumonts　or　automobiles　with　an　air　of　inexpressible　though　languid
  hauteur。　　The　Newport　letter　in　the　Cranston　Telegraph　often　referred
  to　it。　　But　the　gayety　of　that　greeting　from　the　Countess'　little
  handkerchief　was　infinitely　refreshing；　and　Mellin　decided　that
  animation　was　more　becoming　than　hauteureven　to　a　~〃grande　dame。〃~
  That　night　he　wrote　（almost　without　effort）　the　verses　published　in
  the　Cranston　Telegraph　two　weeks　later。　　They　began：
  ~Marquise；　ma　belle~；　with　your　kerchief　of
  lace
  Awave　from　your　flying　car；
  And　your　slender　hand
  The　hand　to　which　he　referred　was　the　same　which　had　arrested　his
  gondola　and　his　heart　simultaneously；　five　days　ago；　in　Venice。　　He
  was　on　his　way　to　the　station　when　Madame　de　Vaurigard's　gondola
  shot　out　into　the　Grand　Canal　from　a　narrow　channel；　and　at　her
  signal　both　boats　paused。
  〃Ah！　but　you　fly　away！〃　she　cried；　lifting　her　eyebrows　mournfully；
  as　she　saw　the　steamer…trunk　in　his　gondola。　　〃You　are　goin'　return
  to　America？〃
  〃No。　　I'm　just　leaving　for　Rome。〃
  〃Well；　in　three　day'　~I~　am　goin'　to　Rome！〃　　She　clapped　her　hands
  lightly　and　laughed。　　〃You　know　this　is　three　time'　we　meet　jus'　by
  chance；　though　that　second　time　it　was　so　quick~pff~！　like　that
  we　didn't　talk　much　togezzer！　　Monsieur　Mellin；〃　she　laughed　again；
  〃I　think　we　mus'　be　frien's。　　Three　time'an'　we　are　both　goin'　to
  Rome！　　Monsieur　Mellin；　you　believe　in　~Fate~？〃
  With　a　beating　heart　he　did。
  Thence　came　the　invitation　to　meet　her　at　the　Magnifique　for　tea；
  and　the　card　she　scribbled　for　him　with　a　silver　pencil。　　She　gave
  it　with　the　prettiest　gesture；　leaning　from　her　gondola　to　his　as
  they　parted。　　She　turned　again；　as　the　water　between　them　widened；
  and　with　her　〃~Au　revoir~〃　offered　him　a　faintly　wistful　smile　to
  remember。
  All　the　way　to　Rome　the　noises　of　the　train　beat　out　the　measure　of
  his　Parisian　verses：
  ~Marquise；　ma　belle~；　with　your　kerchief　of
  lace
  Awave　from　your　flying　car
  He　came　out　of　his　reverie　with　a　start。　　A　dozen　men　and　women；
  dressed　for　dinner；　with　a　gold…fish　officer　or　two　among　them；
  swam　leisurely　through　the　aquarium　on　their　way　to　the　hotel
  restaurant。　　They　were　the　same　kind　of　people　who　had　sat　at　the
  little　tables　for　teapeople　of　the　great　world；　thought　Mellin：
  no　vulgar　tourists　or　〃trippers〃　among　them；　and　he　shuddered　at
  the　remembrance　of　his　pension　（whither　it　was　time　to　return）　and
  its　conscientious　students　of　Baedeker；　its　dingy　halls　and　permanent
  smell　of　cold　food。　　Suddenly　a　high　resolve　lit　his　face：　he　got
  his　coat　and　hat　from　the　brass…and…blue　custodian　in　the　lobby；
  and　without　hesitation　entered　the　〃bureau。〃
  〃I　'm　not　quite　satisfied　where　I　am　stayingwhere　I'm　stopping；
  that　is；〃　he　said　to　the　clerk。　　〃I　think　I'll　take　a　room　here。〃
  〃Very　well；　sir。　　Where　shall　I　send　for　your　luggage？〃
  〃I　shall　bring　it　myself；〃　replied　Mellin　coldly；　〃in　my　cab。〃
  He　did　not　think　it　necessary　to　reveal　the　fact　that　he　was　staying
  at　one　of　the　cheaper　pensions；　and　it　may　be　mentioned　that　this
  reticence　（as　well　as　the　somewhat　chilling；　yet　careless；　manner
  of　a　gentleman　of　the　〃great　world〃　which　he　assumed　when　he　returned
  with　his　trunk　and　bag）　very　substantially　increased　the　rate　put
  upon　the　room　he　selected　at　the　Magnifique。　　However；　it　was　with
  great　satisfaction　that　he　found　himself　installed　in　the　hotel；　and
  he　was　too　recklessly　exhilarated；　by　doing　what　he　called　the　〃right
  thing；〃　to　waste　any　time　wondering　what　the　〃right　thing〃　would　do
  to　the　diminishing　pad　of　express　checks　he　carried　in　the　inside
  pocket　of　his　waistcoat。
  〃Better　live　a　fortnight　like　a　gentleman；〃　he　said；　as　he　tossed
  his　shoes　into　a　buhl　cabinet；　〃than　vegetate　like　a　tourist　for
  a　year。〃
  He　had　made　his　entrance　into　the　〃great　world〃　and　he　meant　to
  hold　his　place　in　it　as　one　〃to　the　manor　born。〃　　Its　people　should
  not　find　him　lacking：　　he　would　wear　their　manner　and　speak　their
  languageno　gaucherie　should　betray　him；　no　homely　phrase　escape
  his　lips。
  This　was　the　chance　he　had　always　hoped　for；　and　when　he　fell　asleep
  in　his　gorgeous；　canopied　bed；　his　soul　was　uplifted　with　happy
  expectations。
  II。　　Music　on　the　Pincio
  The　following　afternoon　found　him　still　in　that　enviable　condition
  as　he　stood　listening　to　the　music　on　the　Pincian　Hill。　　He　had　it
  of　rumor　that　the　Fashion　of　Rome　usually　took　a　turn　there　before
  it　went　to　tea；　and　he　had　it　from　the　lady　herself　that　Madame
  de　Vaurigard　would　be　there。　　Presently　she　came；　reclining　in　a
  victoria；　the　harness　of　her　horses　flashing　with　gold　in　the
  sunshine。　　She　wore　a　long　ermine　stole；　her　hat　was　ermine；　she
  carried　a　muff　of　the　same　fur；　and　Mellin　thought　it　a　perfect
  finish　to　the　picture　that　a　dark　gentleman　of　an　appearance　most
  distinguished　should　be　sitting　beside　her。　　An　Italian　noble；
  surely！
  He　saw　the　American　at　once；　nodded　to　him　and　waved　her　hand。
  The　victoria　went　on　a　little　way　beyond　the　turn　of　the　drive；
  drew　out　of　the　line　of　carriages；　and　stopped。
  〃Ah；　Monsieur　Mellin；〃　she　cried；　as　he　came　up；　〃I　am　glad！　　I
  was　so　foolish　yesterday　I　didn'　give　you　the　address　of　my　little
  apartment　an'　I　forgot　to　ask　you　what　is　your　hotel。　　I　tol'　you
  I　would　come　here　for　my　drive；　but　still　I　might　have　lost　you
  for　ever。　　See　what　many　people！　　It　is　jus'　that　Fate　again。〃
  She　laughed；　and　looked　to　the　Italian　for　sympathy　in　her　kindly
  merriment。　　He　smiled　cordially　upon　her；　then　lifted　his　hat　and
  smiled　as　cordially　upon　Mellin。
  〃I　am　so　happy　to　fin'　myself　in　Rome　that　I　forget〃Madame　de
  Vaurigard　went　on〃~ever'sing！~　　But　now　I　mus'　make　sure　not　to
  lose　you。　　What　is　your　hotel？〃
  〃Oh；　the　Magnifique；〃　Mellin　answered　carelessly。　　〃I　suppose
  everybody　that　one　knows　stops　there。　　One　does　stop　there；　when
  one　is　in　Rome；　doesn't　one？〃
  〃Everybody　go'　there　for　tea；　and　to　eat；　sometime；　but　to　~stay~
  ah；　that　is　for　the　American！〃　she　laughed。　　〃That　is　for　you
  who　are　all　so　abomin…~ab~…ly　rich！〃　　She　smiled　to　the　Italian
  again；　and　both　of　them　smiled　beamingly　on　Mellin。
  〃But　that　isn't　always　our　fault；　is　it？〃　said　Mellin　easily。
  〃Aha！　　You　mean　you　are　of　the　new　generation；　of　the　yo'ng
  American'　who　come　over　an'　try　to　spen'　these　immense　fortune'
  those　~'pile'~your　father　or　your　gran…father　make！　　I　know
  quite　well。　　Ah？〃
  〃Well；〃　he　hesitated；　smiling。　　〃I　suppose　it　does　look　a　little
  by　way　of　being　like　that。〃
  〃Wicked　fellow！〃　　She　leaned　forward　and　tapped　his　shoulder
  chidingly　with　two　fingers。　　〃I　know　what　you　wish　the　mos'　in　the
  worl'you　wish　to　get　into　mischief。　　That　is　it！　　No；　sir；　I
  will　jus'　take　you　in　han'！〃
  〃When　will　you　take　me？〃　he　asked　boldly。
  At　this；　the　pleasant　murmur　of　laughterhalf　actual　and　half
  suggestedwith　which　she　underlined　the　conversation；　became　loud
  and　clear；　as　she　allowed　her　vivacious　glance　to　strike　straight
  into　his　upturned　eyes；　and　answered：
  〃As　long　as　a　little　turn　roun'　the　hill；　~now~。　Cavaliere　Corni〃
  To　Mellin's　surprise　and　delight　the　Italian　immediately　descended
  from　the　victoria　without　the　slightest　appearance　of　irritation；
  on　the　contrary；　he　was　urbane　to　a　fine　degree；　and；　upon　Madame
  de　Vaurigard's　formally　introducing　him　to　Mellin；　saluted　the
  latter　with　grave　politeness；　expressing　in　good　English　a　hope
  that　they　might　meet　often。　　When　the　American　was　installed　at
  the　Countess'　side　she　spoke　to　the　driver　in　Italian；　and　they
  began　to　move　slowly　along　the　ilex　avenue；　the　coachman　reining
  his　horses　to　a　walk。
  〃You　speak　Italian？〃　she　inquired。
  〃Oh；　not　a　great　deal　more　than　a　smattering；〃　he　replied　a