"Give me your arm.

We will go and find him." She almost hissed the words through her closed teeth.
She hardly knew that Del Ferice was leading her as they moved towards the picture-gallery, passing through the crowded rooms that lay between.

She never spoke; but her movement was impetuous, and she resented being delayed by the hosts of men and women who filled the way.

As they entered the long apartment, where the portraits of the Frangipani lined the walls from end to end, Del Ferice uttered a well-feigned exclamation.
"Oh, there he is!" he cried.

"Do you see him ?--his back is turned--he is alone with the Astrardente." "Come," said Donna Tullia, shortly.