But so impressed was the Countess with the conviction that the English artist would be able to give some information of her husband, that she insisted on accompanying Phœbe to the rendezvous.
So the two eager women, the black one and the white, were found by master Pierre in punctual attendance, and provided with some little delicacies for the appetite of the fugitive.
He led the way through several winding lanes and broken paths until they came to a sort of cavity among the ancient ruins, formed by fallen pillars and shattered arches, and peering in round the pedestal of a column, he suddenly whispered,—
"Ladies, Signor."
Guy Falconer started up amazed at such unexpected visitors, and the imploring voice of the Countess for news of her husband, increased his perplexity concerning his own personal affairs.
It appeared that, while absorbed in the study of some exquisite paintings in an apartment of the Vatican, to which the influence of the Count di V— had introduced him, a strange officer, lounging about, entered into conversation, described the meaning of certain symbolic devices, and added in a lower tone,—
"You know many a story is told in symbols, like language in flowers. A dagger sent to one would indicate danger and self-defence, a cord suggests penance, a feather advises flight. There are times when plainer language is inopportune, and when strangers in our city are not careful with whom they dine."
Guy looked up instantly, but the speaker was carelessly lounging away. He had scarcely reached his lodging, ere Pierre, his young temporary errand boy, and often guide to localities he wished to find, presented himself with a peacock's feather in his hand.
"Signor," said he, "a noble captain sends this specimen of the plumage he was describing to you!"
"Watched and warned!" thought his astonished master.