“B.  R.” was the undisguised signature at the end of the scroll.

Things of this description restored her old war-spirit to Vittoria.  She handed the scroll to Laura; Laura, in great alarm, passed it on to Carlo.  He sent for Angelo Guidascarpi in haste, for Carlo read it as an ante-dated justificatory document to some mischievous design, and he desired that hands as sure as his own, and yet more vigilant eyes, should keep watch over his betrothed.

CHAPTER XXXVIII

VIOLETTA D’ISORELLA

The villa inhabited by Countess d’Isorella was on the water’s edge, within clear view of the projecting Villa Ricciardi, in that darkly-wooded region of the lake which leads up to the Italian-Swiss canton.

Violetta received here an envoy from Anna of Lenkenstein, direct out of Milan:  an English lady, calling herself Mrs. Sedley, and a particular friend of Countess Anna.  At the first glance Violetta saw that her visitor had the pretension to match her arts against her own; so, to sound her thoroughly, she offered her the hospitalities of the villa for a day or more.  The invitation was accepted.  Much to Violetta’s astonishment, the lady betrayed no anxiety to state the exact terms of her mission:  she appeared, on the contrary, to have an unbounded satisfaction in the society of her hostess, and prattled of herself and Antonio-Pericles, and her old affection for Vittoria, with the wiliest simplicity, only requiring to be assured at times that she spoke intelligible Italian and exquisite French.  Violetta supposed her to feel that she commanded the situation.  Patient study of this woman revealed to Violetta the amazing fact that she was dealing with a born bourgeoise, who, not devoid of petty acuteness, was unaffectedly enjoying her noble small-talk, and the prospect of a footing in Italian high society.  Violetta smiled at the comedy she had been playing in, scarcely reproaching herself for not having imagined it.  She proceeded to the point of business without further delay.

Adela Sedley had nothing but a verbal message to deliver.  The Countess Anna of Lenkenstein offered, on her word of honour as a noblewoman, to make over the quarter of her estate and patrimony to the Countess d’Isorella, if the latter should succeed in thwarting—­something.

Forced to speak plainly, Adela confessed she thought she knew the nature of that something.

To preclude its being named, Violetta then diverged from the subject.

“We will go round to your friend the signor Antonio-Pericles at Villa Ricciardi,” she said.  “You will see that he treats me familiarly, but he is not a lover of mine.  I suspect your ‘something’ has something to do with the Jesuits.”

Adela Sedley replied to the penultimate sentence:  “It would not surprise me, indeed, to hear of any number of adorers.”

“I have the usual retinue, possibly,” said Violetta.