He remembered that she had said she was to visit some friends by the name of Hartleigh, and she had told him the name of their villa, but for the moment he did not remember it.

In any case he did not know the Hartleighs, and if she had changed her mind--as was possibly indicated by the omission to send him word--well----! He shrugged his shoulders, mechanically lighted a cigarette, and strolled down and out of the Piazza Martiri and across to the Largo della Vittoria.

He had a half-formed idea of walking back through the Villa Nazionale, spending an hour at the Aquarium, and then to his hotel for luncheon.

It occurred to him at the moment that there was a steamer from Genoa on the Monday following, that he was tired of wandering about aimlessly and alone, and that there was really no reason why he should not take the said steamer and go home.

Occupied with these reflections, he absently observed, just opposite to him across the way, a pair of large bay horses in front of a handsome landau.