If he begged him not to mention Gaydon's presence in Rome, he would remember it the more surely, and if nothing was said he might forget it.

Gaydon wished him good-night and went back to his lodging, walking rather moodily.
Whittington looked after him and chuckled.
Meanwhile, in a room of the house two people sat,--one the slight, graceful man who had accompanied Whittington and whom Gaydon had correctly guessed to be his King, the other, Maria Vittoria de Caprara.
The Chevalier de St.George was speaking awkwardly with a voice which broke.

Maria listened with a face set and drawn.

She was a girl both in features and complexion of a remarkable purity.

Of colour, but for her red lips, she had none.