"'Ruy Blas' in Italian? I think not. Ah! did you see that gleam on the Campanile?—marvellous!... Miladi, I have a question to ask you."
"Dites!" said Kitty.
"Did you put me into your book?"
"Certainly."
"What kind of things did you say?"
"The worst I could!"
"Ah! How shall I get a copy?" said Cliffe, musing.
She made no answer, but she was conscious of a sudden movement—was it of terror? At the bottom of her soul was she, indeed, afraid of the man beside her?
"By-the-way," he resumed, "you promised to tell me your news of this morning. But you haven't told me a word!"
She turned away. She had gathered her furs around her, and her face was almost hidden by them.