"He will not be the wiser," said the girl indifferently. Her anger seemed to have died out, and she said a few careless words to Moroni, who brightened, nodded, and took a newspaper with him into a recess where he was half hidden by a heavy yellow curtain. Then she walked to the door and threw it open. "Ask the English gentleman to come in," she said to the servant who was waiting, and came back to the middle of the room, flinging a triumphant and haughty glance at Trent. As for him in these moments he had rapidly reviewed his position. Ever since he had heard of Ibbetson's sudden arrival in Rome, he had known that this meeting must in all probability take place, and had prepared for it, thinking carefully over his chances, so that it did not take him by surprise, although he had had a faint hope of inducing Bice to refuse to see him. He had played a bold game, calculating that interest and the hope of regaining his uncle's favour would keep Ibbetson in England, and managing to persuade Bice that he was misjudged from having really befriended Clive. What was she to think! Clive's own letters almost took his part; she had already promised, and was sick at heart, while her strong will failed in spite of its bold front. Trent had worked warily with her, and had all but won. But at this moment, though this flashed through his mind, and though he was well aware how perilous was his position and how much depended on his own coolness and audacity, he felt despairingly that he was not cool. He loved this girl so passionately that it irritated him almost beyond endurance to feel that the man he looked upon as his rival was eagerly welcomed by her in the face of his expressed wish. No dread of possible consequences fell upon him so painfully as this fact. As for Bice her heart was beating fast, she did not know what she felt. When Jack came in she was standing alone in the middle of the room with all its heavy adornments. Somehow they only seemed to add to her beauty, which struck him as freshly as ever. He greeted her kindly, and exchanged a stiff bow with Trent. "We have been so shocked and grieved," she said with eagerness. "I shall always feel as if she were the kindest person I have ever known." "Thank you," Jack replied gravely. "I, for one, have good reason to say so." "Did she suffer very much?" "At first. By the time I saw her it was more weakness than pain." "And you were in time? We have heard very few particulars." "Yes. I arrived the afternoon before." He was sitting next Bice on a sofa. Trent had flung himself on a chair, and taken up a book, but he was keenly on the watch. Bice, whose contemptuous mood had passed, looked at him nervously. "I thought that when you left Rome you intended to come back again? Why did you stay all that time in England?" she asked in a hesitating voice.