"I strongly advise you not to see the scoundrel," Mr. Medlicott said vehemently. "It is far better that we should all leave Rome immediately and avoid any chance of scandal." "Before we can decide anything," Mrs. Ebley said decisively, "I must speak with my niece. If she is quite ignorant of this foreigner's ravings, then there will be no necessity to alter our trip--we can merely move to another hotel. The whole thing is most unpleasant and irritating and has quite upset me." Stella, upstairs in her cosy bed, had meanwhile received another note from her lover. Full of tenderness and encouragement, it made her feel as bold as a young lioness and ready to brave any attack. That her aunt had not been to see why she was not dressed already was filling her with surprise, and after the waiter had brought the message she guessed the reason why. A firm tap to the door presently and her Aunt Caroline's voice saying sternly. "It is I, Stella, please let me in at once." Miss Rawson got out of bed, unlocked the door and bounded back again, and a figure of dignified displeasure sailed into the room. "Are you ill, my dear?" Mrs. Ebley asked, in a stern voice. "It is otherwise very strange that you should not be dressed at this hour--it is a quarter to ten o'clock." "No, I am not exactly ill, Aunt Caroline," Stella answered gently, "but I was very tired, and as I was making up my mind what I should say in my letter to Eustace to break off my engagement--I preferred not to come down until I had done so." The Aunt Caroline could not believe her ears. She was obliged to sit down. Her emotion made her knees tremble. It was true then--something had been going on under her very eyes and she had not perceived it--the deceit and perfidy of human nature had always been a shock to her-- "You wish to break your engagement, Stella," she said, as soon as she could steady her voice. "But you cannot possibly do so scandalous a thing--and for what reason, pray?" "I find I do not love Eustace," Stella answered calmly, although her heart now began to beat rapidly. "I know I never have loved him; it was only because I thought it would please you and Uncle Erasmus that I ever became engaged to him, and now that I know what love is--I mean now that the time is getting nearer, I feel that I cannot go through with it." "There is something underneath all this, Stella," Mrs. Ebley said icily. "You cannot deceive me. You have been led astray, girl--it is wiser to confess at once and I will try to pardon you." Stella's spirit rose--she raised her head proudly, then she remembered her lover's counsel to have no arguments whatsoever, and so she curbed her heated words and continued gently: "I have not been led astray, Aunt Caroline, and there is nothing to pardon. I am twenty-one years old now and surely can judge for myself whether or no I wish to marry a man--and I have decided I do not intend to marry Eustace Medlicott. I almost feel I detest him."