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HUda; and people do taUc so horridly here for
nothing at aU; and Italians are not so scru¬
pulous as we are."
He went home in haste, and was told that
Miladi had retired to bed full two hours before.
In the morning he sent to ask when he coiUd see
her. She sent back word that she should be
happy to see him at breakfast at twelve. At ten
he received a telegram from his wife asldng him
to return, because his eldest boy, Cheviot, was
unwell, and they feared typhoid fever.
" Damn it aU, what a worry!" said Lord
Clafrvaux to himself, and then went out and
smoked on the bank of the river, and looked
over the stone parapet moodily.
" Bon-jour, monsieur," a voice said, passing
DeUa Rocca was driving past with a fiery
littSe horse on his way to Palestrina. Lord
Ciairvaux felt incUned to stop the horse; but
what could he say if he did ?
What a nuisance it was, he thought; but
what could go right in a country where they shot
thefr foxes, and called thefr brushes taUs, and