"I know; but then," said Minnie, "that's the very thing that I can't do—"
"Can't do what?"
"Go back to England."
"Back to England! Why not? I don't know what you mean."
"Well, you see, Kitty, that's the very thing I came to see you about. This dreadful man—the Count, you know—has some wonderful way of finding out where I go; and he keeps all the time appearing and disappearing in the very strangest manner; and when I saw him on the roof of the Cathedral it really made me feel quite giddy. He is so determined to win me that I'm afraid to look round. He takes the commonest civility as encouragement. And then, you know—there it is—I really can't go back to England."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Why there's—a—a dreadful person there," said Minnie, with an awful look in her eyes.
"A what?"
"A—person," said Minnie.
"A man?"