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She smiled, perhaps at herself. In her mother's house it would have been thought extremely improper for her to be left alone with a young man during ten minutes, but she knew that the Baroness held much more modern views, and would probably be delighted that she and Malipieri should spend an hour together.
"You might have thought that we really meant to kill you, but you did not seem much frightened." "There is no woman in the affair," answered Toto. "Why should you kill me? And I can help you." "How am I to know that you will?" asked Malipieri. "I am a man of honour," Toto replied, turning his stony face to the light of the lanterns.
"We will not wait for him." She rang the bell to order luncheon, and Malipieri glanced at Sabina's face, wondering what the Baroness had said to her, for it was not reasonable to suppose that the two had left the room in order to consult in secret upon the question of waiting for Volterra.
The Princess had a profoundly superstitious belief in luck, and was convinced that Sabina's and her own had turned with this first piece of good fortune, and that on the following day Malipieri would appear and tell her that he had caught the writer of the letter and was ready to divorce his wife in order to marry Sabina.
Later, Masin had helped Malipieri to escape, had followed him into exile, and had been of the greatest use to him during the excavations in Carthage, where he had acted as body- servant, foreman, and often as a trusted friend. He was certainly not an accomplished valet, but Malipieri did not care for that.
"Give me your word that you will not deny your engagement to any one else. You know that I have a right to require that. My daughter knows that you are married." Malipieri hesitated only a moment. "I give you my word," he said. She rose at once and went towards one of the doors, without looking at him. He wondered whether she meant to dismiss him rudely, and stood looking after her.
Instead of flooding the cellars and possibly drowning the masons who had ousted him, he could turn informer and defeat the schemes of Volterra and Malipieri, for he never doubted but that if they found anything of value they meant to keep the whole profit of it to themselves. He had the most vague notions of what the treasure might be.
I pay rent for it." Signor Bruni was becoming distinctly inquisitive, thought Malipieri, who answered coldly. Possibly the visitor perceived the hint, for he now finally took his leave. In spite of his protestations Malipieri went all the way downstairs with him, and let him out himself, just as the porter came out of his lodge at the sound of their footsteps.
Perhaps he was celebrating his grandfather's funeral with his friends. Nobody could tell where he might be. Malipieri went back to his hotel disconsolately.
"In the second place," Malipieri continued, without heeding the question, "I am almost sure that when you were in difficulties, two or three months ago, he got the better of you, as he gets the better of every one. With the value of these statues, he has probably pocketed a couple of million francs by the transaction." "The wretch!" exclaimed the Princess. "I wish you were my lawyer!
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