“That is a noble heart to which you have become reconciled.  Though you should never be friends, as I am with one of them, you will esteem her.  Do not suppose her to be cold.  She is the mother of an unborn little one, and for that little one’s sake she follows out every duty; she checks every passion in her bosom.  She will spare no sacrifice to save her husband, but she has brought her mind to look at the worst, for fear that a shock should destroy her motherly guard.”

“Really, duchess,” Anna replied, “these are things for married women to hear;” and she provoked some contempt of her conventional delicacy, at the same time that in her imagination the image of Vittoria struggling to preserve this burden of motherhood against a tragic mischance, completely humiliated and overwhelmed her, as if nature had also come to add to her mortifications.

“I am ready to confess everything I have done, and to be known for what I am,” she said.

“Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can; that’s wisest,” returned the duchess.

“Ah; you mean that you have nothing to learn.”  Anna shuddered.

“I mean that you are likely to run into the other extreme of disfavouring yourself just now, my child.  And,” continued the duchess, “you have behaved so splendidly that I won’t think ill of you.”

Before the day darkened, Wilfrid obtained, through Prince Radocky’s influence, an order addressed to Major Nagen for the surrender of prisoners into his hands.  He and Count Karl started for the Val Camonica on the chance of intercepting the pursuit.  These were not much wiser than their guesses and their apprehensions made them; but Weisspriess started on the like errand after an interview with Anna, and he had drawn sufficient intelligence out of sobs, and broken sentences, and torture of her spirit, to understand that if Count Ammiani fell alive or dead into Nagen’s hands, Nagen by Anna’s scrupulous oath, had a claim on her person and her fortune:  and he knew Nagen to be a gambler.  As he was now by promotion of service Nagen’s superior officer, and a near relative of the Brescian commandant, who would be induced to justify his steps, his object was to reach and arbitrarily place himself over Nagen, as if upon a special mission, and to get the lead of the expedition.  For that purpose he struck somewhat higher above the Swiss borders than Karl and Wilfrid, and gained a district in the mountains above the vale, perfectly familiar to him.  Obeying directions forwarded to her by Wilfrid, Vittoria left Milan for the Val Camonica no later than the evening; Laura was with her in the carriage; Merthyr took horse after them as soon as he had succeeded in persuading Countess Ammiani to pardon her daughter’s last act of wilfulness, and believe that, during the agitation of unnumbered doubts, she ran less peril in the wilds where her husband fled, than in her home.

“I will trust to her idolatrously, as you do,” Countess Ammiani said; “and perhaps she has already proved to me that I may.”