"Your tongue is very sharp, Giulia," he said. "It would be more to your advantage to be upon good terms with me."
She made no reply, but, opening the door, passed out into the hall, he following her.
"As you will," he curtly said; then added, imperatively: "Come this way," and, leading her to the front door, he let her quietly out, glad to be rid of her before the butler or any of the other servants could learn of her presence in the house.
He watched her pass down the steps and out upon the street, then, softly closing the door, went back to the library.
He threw himself into a chair with a long-drawn sigh.
"I am afraid she means mischief," he muttered, with a frown. "I must get Edith away as soon as possible; I would not have them meet for anything. What a little vixen the girl is, curse her!"
It was five minutes of three, and twenty-fire since he went up to Edith's room.
"It is about time she came down," he mused, with a shrug of impatience.
He arose and paced the room for a few moments, then passed out into the hall and listened.