Turning where she lay, she had seen her own insolent smile reflected from a mirror. ’He said,’ she had whispered, pondering some words of Ludovico’s, ’_More impossible things might happen_.’ Then, taking the ring from her bosom, and apostrophising its green sparkle softly:— ’A little star—a little bribe, to win me both love and a throne!’ she had said, and so had sunk back, closing her eyes, and murmuring:— ’Let it only prove its power here, and it and the heads of that conspiracy shall be all Ludovico’s. He will not claim the latter, I think, until their purpose is accomplished. And then——’ And then Messer Ludovico himself had been announced. He visited her not infrequently in these days, though never, it seemed, with any purpose of foreclosing on that little mortgage of the ring. He came in the fashion of a confidential gossip, to enlighten her as to the doings of the world outside. They were very pleasant and intimate together, with a hint, no more, of closer relations to come. The lion rolled in a silken net, and affected his subjugation, as the lady affected not to notice the stealthy claws of her capture. It was a pretty little comedy, which engaged the sympathies of both, each according to its temperament. But it ended in tragedy. Ludovico had, indeed, no interest in dissuading his beautiful gossip’s mind from its tormenting suspicions as to the Messer Saint’s gradual corruption by Bona; a scandal to which, no doubt—the wish in him being father to the thought—he himself gave ready credence. The report suited him in every way, both as to his policy and its instruments; and he only awaited its certain substantiation to let fly the bolt which was to involve three fortunes in one ruin—under warrant of the ring, if possible, but timely in any event. And in the meanwhile it afforded him, whether from jealousy or pure love of mischief, some wicked gratification to nip and sting this already tormented lady in sensitive places, and to do it all under an affectation of the softest sympathy. Yet, while for his own purpose he hugged and fostered the slander, whose growth and justification he most desired, the slander itself, for some inexplicable reason, did not grow, but even began to exhibit signs, for a time almost imperceptible, of attenuating. Ludovico could not acknowledge this fact to himself, or even consider it. It is difficult, no doubt, while we are calculating our probable gains, to admit the possibility of a blight in the harvest of our hopes. A fervid prospect blinds us to the road between; and this prince, for all his far-seeing, because of it rather, may have been less open to immediate impressions than some others about him.