'She has in fact quitted Milan. Not willingly. I would have stopped the business if I had known anything of it; but she is better out of the way, and will be carefully looked after, where she is. By this time she is in the Tyrol.' 'And where?' asked Carlo, with friendly interest. 'At a schloss near Meran. Or she will be there in a very few hours. I feared--I may inform you that we were very good friends in England-- I feared that when she once came to Italy she would get into political scrapes. I dare say you agree with me that women have nothing to do with politics. Observe: you see the lady who is speaking to the Austrian officer?--he is her brother. Like Mademoiselle Belloni he has adopted a fresh name; it's the name of his uncle, a General Pierson in the Austrian service. I knew him in England: he has been in our service. Mademoiselle Belloni lived with his sisters for some years two or three. As you may suppose, they are all anxious to see her. Shall I introduce. you? They will be glad to know one of her Italian friends.' Carlo hesitated; he longed to hear those ladies talk of Vittoria. 'Do they speak French?' 'Oh, dear, yes. That is, as we luckless English people speak it. Perhaps you will more easily pardon their seminary Italian. See there,' Captain Gambier pointed at some trotting squadrons; 'these Austrians have certainly a matchless cavalry. The artillery seems good. The infantry are fine men--very fine men. They have a "woodeny" movement; but that's in the nature of the case: tremendous discipline alone gives homogeneity to all those nationalities. Somehow they get beaten. I doubt whether anything will beat their cavalry.' 'They are useless in street-fighting,' said Carlo. 'Oh, street-fighting!' Captain Gambier vented a soldier's disgust at the notion. 'They're not in Paris. Will you step forward?' Just then the tall Greek approached the party of English. The introduction was delayed. He was addressed by the fair lady, in the island tongue, as 'Mr. Pericles.' She thanked him for his extreme condescension in deigning to notice them. But whatever his condescension had been, it did not extend to an admitted acquaintance with the poor speech of the land of fogs. An exhibition of aching deafness was presented to her so resolutely, that at last she faltered, 'What! have you forgotten English, Mr. Pericles? You spoke it the other day.' 'It is ze language of necessity--of commerce,' he replied. 'But, surely, Mr. Pericles, you dare not presume to tell me you choose to be ignorant of it whenever you please?' 'I do not take grits into ze teeth, madame; no more.' 'But you speak it perfectly.' 'Perfect it may be, for ze transactions of commerce. I wish to keep my teez.' 'Alas!' said the lady, compelled, 'I must endeavour to swim in French.' 'At your service, madame,' quoth the Greek, with an immediate doubling of the length of his body.