"Yes, shocked." He nodded his head once or twice in genial gaiety. "There's no denying that the word 'adventuress' has a daunting sound. There was a danger signal in the very thought of a lady who might--under any conditions--have been notorious. Come now, confess!" Clodagh looked from his amused, quizzical eyes to Serracauld's satirical, laughing ones, and a shadow of uncertainty--of doubt--crossed her own bright face. There was an element in this social atmosphere that she did not quite understand. "Indeed----" she began hotly. But Serracauld, whose glance had never left her own, bent forward quickly, looking up into her face. "I say, Mrs. Milbanke," he cried, "let's refute the insinuation of this old inquisitor! Let's waive ceremony, and storm Lady Frances Hope in her citadel! She is always at home at this hour of night." Clodagh looked up. "To-night?" she said. "Oh, but how could I? I don't know her!" Serracauld laughed. "Oh, as for that, we're abroad, not in England! The greatest stickler for etiquette allows that there's a difference in the two conditions." "But I couldn't. How could I?" Her eyes sought Barnard's. "Oh yes!" he cried. "I knew it!--I knew it! We have frightened you off!" She flushed uncomfortably. "It isn't that!" she cried in distress. "You know it isn't that!" Involuntarily she turned to Lord Deerehurst; but in the dim light she detected a smile on his pale, cold face. With a sudden change of emotion, self-reliance came to her. "Where does Lady Frances Hope live?" she asked in a careless voice. Barnard was studying her intently. "She has apartments in the Palazzo Ugochini," he said. "Quite close at hand." For a moment Clodagh looked fixedly in front of her; then her lips closed suddenly, and she raised her head. "Very well!" she said shortly. "Take me to the Palazzo Ugochini--just to prove that you were wrong." CHAPTER V The decision was no sooner made, than it was carried into execution. The order was given to the gondoliers, and instantly the long dark gondola swung round, disengaging itself from the tangle of surrounding craft, and headed for the quieter spaces of the middle stream. The Palazzo Ugochini was on the Grand Canal; and as they glided westward, past the beautiful church of Santa Maria della Salute, Barnard leant forward and directed her attention to their destination. "There is the Palace of the Ugochini," he said. "It contains some of the finest frescoes in Italy. It was bought up some years ago by an enterprising Frenchman who lets it out in sections. Just now Lady Frances Hope is the proud occupier of the first floor." With a movement of interest, she followed his glance looking silently at the long line of irregular, imposing buildings that stretched away before her. "What a beautiful old place!" she said. "Are those your friend's windows?" She indicated the first floor of the palace, from the open windows of which a warm stream of light poured downwards upon the water.