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pointing out faults. But don / really want
10 know Prince Rodoslav's faults. They II
crop out by themselves, like my own.
"Doubtess.' Saccarelo grlnned under his
great mustache. as it his merits, then! You
must have discovered those for yourself.
"Indced | have" declared Ann ardently.
"But this is something cant see TOR myself;
but which, if | am to be his wife, | ought to
know more about. mean the race back Of
the man
Saccarcllo shot query Of Latin bluntneSs.
"Do you want to know what sort Of parent
age you'll be giving your chldrcn! ne
asked.
Ann wanted to know nothing Of the kind,
rs her rising color cloqucntly testified but
she saw in a fash not only that retreat
might mean disaster, but that a valiant adj
vance might win the battle.
"Yes." she avowcd hcroically, Il do"
The old man studied her with a different
expression His face seemed more human.
"You have asked me something | will not
refuse" he said with Difference; but shall
choose my own time to answer.
"Your own timc!'
81 have the feeling, Signorina, that your
engagement will not end in marriage.
"How can you?' she protested.
He spread his thin hands. at IS not pos
sible to explain everything. Call it an in
tuition premonition, what you will:
Whatever it is" he reverted TO his old
nhrase. at exists. and while it exists | will
say nothing.
Il was therefore a drawn battle, not a
decisive victory. to which Justin Blairs re-
turn brought truce.
Chapter XXI.
CACCARELLO saw them off for Italy.
~ When Ann came out into the blue ana
gold splendor of the morning to take her
nIace in the car. she spied him limping slowly
up and down under the trees with KodoSlaV'
They talked idlv. like men who find nothing
more profound than the weather or brands
Of tobacco to discuss. and, on percelvlng her,
Rodoslav flung away his cigarette and has
tened toward her as if the Sun.had risen only
at her coming BY this maneuver ne gained
an advance of a rod or more upon Saccarcllo.
"Thc fcnd is unconvinced,' he warned as
he bent over her hand.
Ann silently slipped her arm into his and
moved by his side upon the common foe.
"Goodby, Baron she said, extending her
free hand "Or, rather, au revolr. One al
ways does see you again.
The Italian took her fingers in his thin
claw and eyed her with peculiar earnestness.
81 should be sorry to think it goodby,' he
returned slowly. "We have still many
things to say to each other, am sure
Justin came up with his wife. "What
do YOU two talk about?' he laughed
Saccarcllo, still holding AIMS hand, half
turned. I'VE have a surprising range, he
said: "Ethnology, gowns, opera, statecraft, y
his eyes came back to Rodoslav "the ways
of Princes"
Justin laughed again. 81 must sit in at
your next parley,9 he said. "Let's hope 1t
may be in Venice
4 too studied carclessneSs in her uncles
tone made Ann suspect that stronger
grounds than hope underlay his reference to
Venice She believed that meeting had
been already arranged She even wondered
if the Nice encounter was as accidental as it
had seemed.
81 don't visit Venice 50 often as | did, re-
turned Saccarello, as if he read her thoughts.
"Will YOU be there long,
"Till the weather grows too warm
"And after that"
vienna, perhaps 1t was Ann who an
swered.
"Eh?" said Justin.
Ann Withdrew her hand from Saccarello's