“DOMENICHINO HAS BEEN ARRESTED. COME AT ONCE.”
She sat down with the paper in her hand and stared hopelessly at the Gadfly.
“W-well?” he said at last, with his soft, ironical drawl; “are you satisfied now that I must go?”
“Yes, I suppose you must,” she answered, sighing. “And I too.”
He looked up with a little start. “You too? But——”
“Of course. It will be very awkward, I know, to be left without anyone here in Florence; but everything must go to the wall now except the providing of an extra pair of hands.”
“There are plenty of hands to be got there.”
“They don't belong to people whom you can trust thoroughly, though. You said yourself just now that there must be two responsible persons in charge; and if Domenichino couldn't manage alone it is evidently impossible for you to do so. A person as desperately compromised as you are is very much handicapped, remember, in work of that kind, and more dependent on help than anyone else would be. Instead of you and Domenichino, it must be you and I.”
He considered for a moment, frowning.
“Yes, you are quite right,” he said; “and the sooner we go the better. But we must not start together. If I go off to-night, you can take, say, the afternoon coach to-morrow.”