The boy and I went out for a walk together. Before sailing he had spent two weeks coaching the ball-team of his college and was in fine form. His kindly blue eyes glowed with vitality and his skin was browned by the sunlight. As I looked at that tall, straight column of bone and muscle, with its broad shoulders and handsome head, I could not help saying: “If you were standing on a pedestal here in Rome there'd be a lot of gals in the gallery.” “Before you say things like that you should teach me how to answer them with wit and modesty,” he said. “Keep your eye on me and you'll learn all the arts of modesty,” I assured him. “And especially you will learn how to disarm suspicion when you are accused of wit.” In a shaded walk of the Pincio Gardens he asked, “Is Gwendolyn looking well?” “She's more beautiful than ever, and very well,” I said. “She will be disappointed when she finds you here.” He stopped and faced me with a look of surprise, and asked: “Do you think so?” “I am sure of it, because she had planned to meet you with proper ceremony at the station and take you off to a real Roman luncheon. I am glad that you have come, for I have worked hard as your attorney and need a rest. I have had some fun with it, but I am delighted to turn the case over to you.” He did not need a chart to understand me, for he said: “You must tell me what progress you have made with it.” “Well, I suppose you have read of the Count Carola.” “Yes, and so has every one who knows Gwendolyn.” “He is the plaintiff who seeks to establish the claim that he is a better man than you are. My defense has been so able that he has challenged me, and I have named the weapons; they are to be pitchforks--American pitchforks.” Forbes laughed and remarked: “You must take him for a bunch of hay.” “June grass!” I answered. “We'll need some one to rake after, as we used to say on the farm, and I may ask you to be my second.” “Does the count amount to much?” “Not much; I have had him added up and his total properly audited.” “How are the judge and jury?” “The judge is in our favor; the jury is in doubt. Gwendolyn insists that you don't want to marry any one at present.”