"They're my own secrets at present, Tommy," was the other's quick answer. "You're at the Grand, aren't you? Well, for the present, we must be strangers--till I approach you. Understand?" "Of course. Give me five hundred francs will you. I'm short?" His lordship unlocked his heavy steel despatch-box and gave his friend five one-hundred franc notes without a word. Then they reseated themselves, and with Charles, the faithful valet, leaning against the edge of the table smoking a cigarette with them, their conversation was both interesting and confidential. A fortnight went by, and Rome was in the middle of her Pasqua _fetes_. The night was perfect, bright and star-lit. The great gilded ballroom of the huge old Peruzzi Palace, in the Via Nazionale, the residence of his Excellency the Minister Boncini, was thronged by a brilliant crowd, among whom Lord Nassington made his way, ever and anon bowing over some woman's hand. The bright uniforms, the glittering stars and coloured ribbons worn by the men, and the magnificent toilettes of the women combined to form a perfect phantasmagoria of colour beneath the huge crystal electroliers. The political and social world of Rome had gathered there at the monthly reception of his Excellency, the rather stout grey-bearded man with the broad cerise-and-white ribbon of the Order of the Crown of Italy across his shirt-front, and the diamond star upon his coat. His Lordship strode through the huge painted _salons_ with their heavy gilt mirrors and giant palms, and approached the man of power in that complex nation, modern Italy. At that moment his Excellency was chatting with the French Ambassador, but on the Englishman's approach he turned to him exclaiming in French: "Ah! Lord Nassington! I am so pleased you could come. Velia told me of the slight accident to your car yesterday. I hope you were not hurt at all?" "Oh! no," laughed the debonair young man. "I had perhaps a close shave. My car is a rather fast one, and I was driving recklessly on the Maremma Road--a sharp turn--and I ran down a bank, that's all. The car will be all right by to-morrow." "Ah, milord. The automobile is an invention of the future, without a doubt." "Most certainly. Indeed, as a matter of fact, I thought of making a suggestion to your Excellency--one which I believe would be most acceptable to the Italian nation. But, of course, here it's quite impossible to talk." "Then come to-morrow morning to my private cabinet at the Ministry--or better still, here to luncheon, and we can chat." His Lordship expressed his thanks, and then moved off in search of the pretty Velia. For the greater part of the evening he dangled at the side of the good-looking girl in turquoise chiffon, having several waltzes with her and afterwards strolling out upon the balcony and sitting there beneath the starlight.