"Oh, nothing! I thought you seemed dissatisfied. Then you are not sorry
you came?"

Signora Albacina was greatly astonished when Jeanne seized her hand and
replied: "I am so grateful to you!"

The voice was low and quiet, the pressure of the hand almost violent.

"Indeed! indeed!" thought Signora Albacina. "This is one of the future
'Ladies of the Holy Spirit'!"

"For my part," she said aloud, "I am sure I shall keep to my old
religion, the religion of the non-concessionists. They may be Pharisees
or anything else you like, but I fear that if this old religion is
subjected to so much retouching and restoring, it will tumble down, and
nothing will be left standing. Besides, if we followed these Benedettos,
too many things would have to be changed. No, no! However, the man
interests me extremely. Now we must try to see him. We must see him!
Especially as he seems doomed to speedy death. Don't you think so? How
can we manage it? Let us think!"

"I have no wish to see him," Jeanne said hastily.

"Really?" her friend exclaimed. "But how is that? Explain this riddle!"

"It is quite simple. I have no desire to see him."

"Curious!" thought Signora Albacina. The carriage drew up before the
entrance to the Grand Hotel.

In the hall Jeanne met Noemi and her brother-in-law, who were coming
out. "At last!" said Noemi. "Run, make haste, Your brother is furious
with this Jeanne, who stays away so long! We have just left him, because
the doctor has arrived."

The Dessalles had been in Rome a fortnight. Cold, damp weather at the
beginning of October, a projected essay on Bernini, which had succeeded
the projected novel, had persuaded Carlino to satisfy Signora Albacina
sooner than he had intended, by leaving Villa Diedo before winter set in
for the milder climate of Rome. This to the great joy of his sister. Two
or three days after his arrival he had a slight attack of bronchitis.
He declared he was in consumption, shut himself up in his room, with the
intention of remaining there all winter, wished to see the doctor twice
a day, and tyrannised over Jeanne with merciless egotism, even numbering
her moments of freedom. She made herself his slave; she seemed to
delight in this unreasonable extra burden, of sacrifice which overflowed
the measure of her sisterly affection. In her heart she offered it, with
sweet eagerness, to Benedetto. She often saw the Selvas and Noemi;
not at their home, but at the Grand Hotel. The Selvas