“I have done nothing wrong, Aunt Caroline, please do not go away angry with me,” Stella pleaded.  “When Count Roumovski asks Uncle Erasmus’ and your consent to his marrying me—­then I will tell you everything about him,—­but now I do not wish to.  Please forgive me for causing you pain—­we shall all be very happy soon, and surely I have a right to my life like any other person.”

Mrs. Ebley would not bandy further words; their points of view were too different.

“I regret that I am obliged to request you to keep your room and have no communication with anyone whatever until I can consult with your uncle and Eustace as to what is the best thing to do with you.  That we shall leave Rome immediately you may be prepared for.”

Stella here burst into tears.  She had an affection for her aunt, who had always been kind to her in a hard, cold way, and she was deeply grieved at their estrangement, but there were forces in life which she knew now mattered more than any aunts in the world.

Mrs. Ebley did not relent at the sound of the sobbing, but left the room, closing the door firmly after her.  And a few minutes afterward Martha was let in by the chambermaid without knocking and sat down grimly by the window and began to knit.

Then Stella’s tears turned to resentment.  To be insulted so!  To have a servant sent to watch her was more than she would bear.  But as she turned in bed she felt her lover’s note touch her and like a magic wand a thrill of comfort rushed through her.  After all, he would settle things for her—­and meanwhile she would close her eyes and pretend to sleep.  So with her precious love letter clasped tight in her hand under the clothes she turned her face to the wall and shut her eyes.

Meanwhile, Canon Ebley and the Reverend Eustace Medlicott were spending a very disagreeable time in the reading-room.  Relieved of Mrs. Ebley’s presence, Eustace had recounted more fully the interview he had had with Sasha Roumovski the night before.  He was not a very accurate person and apt to color everything with his own prejudice, so Canon Ebley did not obtain a very clear idea of the Russian’s arguments.  They seemed to him to be very unorthodox and carnal and reprehensible from all points.  But it was evident they were dealing with a clever and dangerous character and Stella must be rescued from such a person’s influence and married off to her lawful fiance at once.

“We could have the ceremony here, Eustace, in three weeks’ time, or we could go back to England immediately, for until our niece is your wife I am sure her aunt and myself will not feel easy about her.”

“Nor I either,” Mr. Medlicott returned, and at that moment the Aunt Caroline entered the room and gradually disclosed the awful truth she had arrived at from Miss Rawson’s admissions.

“That dreadful foreigner must he told at once we refuse to have any communication with him and Stella shall be kept locked in her room until we can leave Rome,” Mrs. Ebley said sternly.  “I could not have believed my own sister’s child could have behaved so disgracefully.”