He, quietly smiling, replied to their questions by slow degrees.  He had only arrived the night before, and had been hunting for them all day; but no one could give him any distinct intelligence as to their whereabouts in all the noise and confusion of the place, especially as they had their only English servant with them, and the canon was not strong in his Italian.  He was not sorry he had missed all but this last day of carnival, for he was half blinded and wholly deafened, as it was.  He was at the “Angleterre;” he had left East Chester about a week ago; he had letters for all of them, but had not dared to bring them through the crowd for fear of having his pocket picked.  Miss Monro was very well, but very uneasy at not having heard from Ellinor for so long; the irregularity of the boats must be telling both ways, for their English friends were full of wonder at not hearing from Rome.  And then followed some well-deserved abuse of the Roman post, and some suspicion of the carelessness with which Italian servants posted English letters.  All these answers were satisfactory enough, yet Mrs. Forbes thought she saw a latent uneasiness in Canon Livingstone’s manner, and fancied once or twice that he hesitated in replying to Ellinor’s questions.  But there was no being quite sure in the increasing darkness, which prevented countenances from being seen; nor in the constant interruptions and screams which were going on in the small crowded room, as wafting handkerchiefs, puffs of wind, or veritable extinguishers, fastened to long sticks, and coming from nobody knew where, put out taper after taper as fast as they were lighted.

“You will come home with us,” said Mrs. Forbes.  “I can only offer you cold meat with tea; our cook is gone out, this being a universal festa; but we cannot part with an old friend for any scruples as to the commissariat.”

“Thank you.  I should have invited myself if you had not been good enough to ask me.”

When they had all arrived at their apartment in the Babuino (Canon Livingstone had gone round to fetch the letters with which he was entrusted), Mrs. Forbes was confirmed in her supposition that he had something particular and not very pleasant to say to Ellinor, by the rather grave and absent manner in which he awaited her return from taking off her out-of-door things.  He broke off, indeed, in his conversation with Mrs. Forbes to go and meet Ellinor, and to lead her into the most distant window before he delivered her letters.

“From what you said in the balcony yonder, I fear you have not received your home letters regularly?”

“No!” replied she, startled and trembling, she hardly knew why.

“No more has Miss Monro heard from you; nor, I believe, has some one else who expected to hear.  Your man of business—­I forget his name.”

“My man of business!  Something has gone wrong, Mr. Livingstone.  Tell me—­I want to know.  I have been expecting it—­only tell me.”  She sat down suddenly, as white as ashes.