When the six months were over, "John Smith" was discharged and did not linger many hours in London; he went at once to Paris, and there made out where Lady Amelie was.
"In Rome," replied the gentleman of whom he asked the question.

"Her last caprice was a young Roman prince, and they are settled there for the winter." To Rome he resolved to go.

He would see for himself whether she was all that his dreaming fancy had painted her, or whether she was what men said--a heartless coquette.
He went to Rome, and found her, as usual, queen of all that was most brilliant and gay.
It was at a soiree given by the Duchessa Sforza.

He saw her again, beautiful, radiant and magnificent.

By her side stood a young man, who was handsome as one of the grand old statutes that ornamented the galleries of Rome.