But that, when accomplished, was not the whole of Lutwyche's revenge, nor of his activity. To get the full savour of his malice, the victim must be undeceived in such a way that there could be no mistaking the hand which had struck; and this could best be achieved by writing a copy of verses which should reveal their author at the end. Nor should these be given Phene to hand Jules, for so Lutwyche would lose the delicious actual instant of the revelation. No; they should be taught her, line by line and word by word (since she could not read), and taught her by the hag Natalia, that not a subtle pang be spared the "strutting stone-squarer." Thus, listening beneath the window, Lutwyche could enjoy each word, each moan, and when Jules should burst out on them in a fury (but he must not be suffered to hurt his bride: she was too valuable a model), they would all declare, with one voice, that this was their revenge for his insults, they would shout their great shout of laughter; and, next day, Jules would depart alone--"oh, alone indubitably!"--for Rome and Florence, and they would be quits with him and his "coxcombry." * * * * * That is the plan, but Phene does not know it. All she knows is that Natalia said that harm would come unless she spoke their lesson to the end. Yet, despite this threat, when Jules has fallen silent in his terror at her "whitening cheek and still dilating eyes," she feels at first that that foolish speech need not be spoken. She has forgotten half of it; she does not care now for Natalia or any of them; above all, she wants to stay where Jules' voice has lifted her, by just letting it go on. "But can it?" she asks piteously--for with that transferring of silence a change had come; the music once let fall, even Jules does not seem able to take up its life again--"no, or you would!" . . . So trust, we see, is born in her: if Jules could do what she desires, Phene knows he would. But since he cannot, they'll stay as they are--"above the world." "Oh, you--what are you?" cries the child, who never till to-day has heard such words or seen such looks as his. But she has heard other words, seen other looks-- "The same smile girls like me are used to bear, But never men, men cannot stoop so low . . ." Yet, watching those friends of Jules who came with the lesson she was to learn, the strangest thing of all had been to see how, speaking of him, they had used _that_ smile-- "But still Natalia said they were your friends, And they assented though they smiled the more, And all came round me--that thin Englishman With light lank hair, seemed leader of the rest; He held a paper" --and from that paper he read what Phene had got by heart. But oh, if she need not say it! if she could look up for ever to those eyes, as now Jules lets her!