"I had an object in view," she answered in a chilling tone. She, quiet and stubborn, was resolved, insolent, like a creature to whom men had never been able to refuse anything. "What was it?" She shrugged her shoulders, and, laughing again, replied-- "You have threatened me with arrest, therefore I will maintain silence until it pleases you to endeavour to ruin me. Then together we will provide a little sensationalism for the _Farfalla_, the _Tribuna_, the _Secolo_, and one or two other journals who will only be too ready to see a change of Ministry." He hesitated, seeming to digest her words laboriously. She glanced quickly at his dark face, which the distant rays of a lamp illumined, and in that instant knew she had triumphed. "You would try and ruin me, eh?" he cried in a hoarse menace. "To upset the whole political situation in Rome is quite easy of accomplishment, I assure you, my dear Marquis," she declared, smiling. "The Opposition will be ready to hound out of office you and all your rabble of bank-thieves, blackmailers, adventurers, and others who are so ingeniously feathering their nests at the expense of Italy. Ah, what a herd!" Montelupo frowned. He knew quite well that she spoke the truth, yet with diplomatic instinct he still maintained a bold front. "Bah!" he cried defiantly. "You cannot injure me. When you are in prison you'll have little opportunity for uttering any of your wild denunciations. The people, too, are getting a little tired of the various mare's-nest scandals started almost daily by the irresponsible journals. They've ceased to believe in them." "Yes, without proofs," she observed. "You have no proof. You and I are not strangers," Montelupo said. "First, recollect we are in England, and you cannot order my immediate arrest. Days must elapse before your application reaches London from Rome. In the meantime I am free to act." Then, with a tinge of bitter sarcasm in her voice, she added, "No, Excellency, your plan does not do you credit. I always thought you far more shrewd." "Whatever so-called proofs you possess, no one will for an instant believe you," he laughed with fine composure. "Recollect I am Minister for Foreign Affairs; then recollect who you are." "I am your dupe, your victim," she cried in a fierce paroxysm of anger. "My name stinks in the nostrils of every one in Italy--and why? Because you, the man who now denounces me, wove about me a network of pitfalls which it was impossible for me to avoid. You saw that, because I moved in smart society, because I had good looks and hosts of friends, I was the person to become your catspaw--your stepping-stone into office. You--" "Silence, curse you!" Montelupo cried fiercely, his hands clenched. "I'm too busy with the present to have any time for recollecting the past. It was a fair and business-like arrangement. You've been paid."