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Harrigan looked curiously at the other. "Well, it won't be healthy for any man to try it again." The father held out his powerful hands for the Barone's inspection. They called mutely but expressively for the throat of the man who dared. "It'll never happen again. Her mother and I are not going away from her any more.

The Barone heard no more. By degrees he had reached the exit, and he was mightily relieved to get outside. The Calabrian had chosen her time well, for the conservatory was practically empty. The Barone's eyes searched the shadows and at length discerned Abbott leaning over the parapet. "Ah!" said Abbott, facing about. "So it is you. You deliberately scratched off my name and substituted your own.

And as she saw the tall form of the Barone approach, she could have thrown her arms around his neck in pure gladness. "Oh, Barone!" she called. "Am I making you miss this dance?" "It does not matter, Signorina." The Barone stared keenly at the erect and tense figure at the prima donna's side. "You will excuse me, Herr Rosen," said Nora, as she laid her hand upon the Barone's arm.

They will bid us good-by at tea. I don't understand. Donald was to remain until we left for America, and the Barone's leave does not end until October." "To-morrow?" Dim-eyed, Celeste returned the notes. "Yes. You play the fourth ballade and I'll sing from Madame. It will be very lonesome without them." Nora gazed into the wall mirror and gave a pat or two to her hair.

I accepted the Barone's proposition solely that I might get here first and convince you that an apology will save you a heap of discomfort. The Barone is a first-rate shot, and doubtless he will only wing you. But that will mean scandal and several weeks in the hospital, to say nothing of a devil of a row with the civil authorities.

The evening meal had always been supper, and so it would remain until that time when he would cease to look forward to it. "Do you go to the dancing at Cadenabbia to-night?" "Me? I should say not!" Harrigan laughed. "I'd look like a bull in a china-shop. Abbott is coming up to play checkers with me. I'll leave the honors to you." The Barone's face lighted considerably.

Nora made no mistake with either Abbott's cup or the Barone's; but the two men were filled with but one desire, to throw Herr Rosen out of the window. What had begun as a beautiful day was now becoming black and uncertain. The Barone could control every feature save his eyes, and these openly admitted deep anger. He recollected Herr Rosen well enough.