May 4th.--I have stayed away from Casa Salvi for a week, but I have lingered on in Florence, under a mixture of impulses. I have had it on my conscience not to go near the Countess again--and yet from the moment she is aware of the way I feel about her, it is open war. There need be no scruples on either side. She is as free to use every possible art to entangle poor Stanmer more closely as I am to clip her fine-spun meshes. Under the circumstances, however, we naturally shouldn't meet very cordially. But as regards her meshes, why, after all, should I clip them? It would really be very interesting to see Stanmer swallowed up. I should like to see how he would agree with her after she had devoured him--(to what vulgar imagery, by the way, does curiosity reduce a man!) Let him finish the story in his own way, as I finished it in mine. It is the same story; but why, a quarter of a century later, should it have the same _denoument_? Let him make his own _denoument_. 5_th_.--Hang it, however, I don't want the poor boy to be miserable. 6_th_.--Ah, but did my _denoument_ then prove such a happy one? 7_th_.--He came to my room late last night; he was much excited. "What was it she did to you?" he asked. I answered him first with another question. "Have you quarrelled with the Countess?" But he only repeated his own. "What was it she did to you?" "Sit down and I'll tell you." And he sat there beside the candle, staring at me. "There was a man always there--Count Camerino." "The man she married?" "The man she married. I was very much in love with her, and yet I didn't trust her. I was sure that she lied; I believed that she could be cruel. Nevertheless, at moments, she had a charm which made it pure pedantry to be conscious of her faults; and while these moments lasted I would have done anything for her. Unfortunately they didn't last long. But you know what I mean; am I not describing the Scarabelli?" "The Countess Scarabelli never lied!" cried Stanmer. "That's just what I would have said to any one who should have made the insinutation! But I suppose you are not asking me the question you put to me just now from dispassionate curiosity." "A man may want to know!" said the innocent fellow.