So, you see, you
are sure to fail in any case. The exact locality is known, and Signor
Alfieri has an armed escort. I repeat, you have failed. May I hope,
without being rude, that your love affairs may be more prosperous.
Charming woman that you are, I cannot compliment you on either of your
present suitors. My advice Is, go back to England, and help me tomorrow
in persuading Signor Fenshawe to let matters rest where they are."
As one walking in a dream, Mrs. Haxton accompanied Marchetti to the
courtyard. There she found von Kerber, who ran to meet her.
"So it is you," he cried in English. "I guessed it, though they would
tell me nothing."
The Governor was most polite. He would not lecture them, before
natives.
"I have spoken as a friend, to-night," he murmured. "To-morrow I shall
be an official once more."
The alabeeyah rattled across the paved square towards the gateway.
Alfieri, on whom an officer kept an eye, watched it with malevolence
from an upper window.
"There go two people whom I hate," he said to his guardian.
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