"Say I will not, I have made innumerable suggestions to you. Only the other day I got introduced to your brother at the Club. He was delighted to make my acquaintance, pressed me to visit him, to come and see his pictures. How easily we could meet there."
"I dare not go and see my brother. I have not dared to go for a long time, and now after last night!"
"Then your cousin! Of course he will come and see us? I shall return the visit. Your father cannot turn me away from the door!"
"I have already thought of that and prepared him. But in that case it could only be for a very few minutes."
"Then I will think of something else, if only I knew what you would like; I will find something and write to you, or I should prefer telling you whenever you give me the signal."
"I dare not do it again."
"Why?"
"There is some one who watches every step I take. I am not safe from him for one moment--Antonio--I have told you about him; I am afraid."
"You are afraid of everything."
He turned quickly and impatiently towards the window near which he stood. At the same moment a handsome, remarkably smartly-dressed young man disappeared from the door at the other end of the gallery, where he had stood for the last few minutes, so placed that by bending a little to the left he could easily see the couple in the window with his dark, eagle eyes, without much danger of being seen himself. If necessary he had only to withdraw into the crowd which filled the large neighbouring room. He had seen enough now, and mingled again with the throng.