infamous, I say. Eh, Baynton?"

"Detestable," muttered the other.

"And whereto can you go?"

"I scarcely know as yet, since the police are in communication
throughout the whole Peninsula, and they transmit your character from
state to state."

"They 'd not credit this in England, Baynton!"

"No, not a word of it!" rejoined the other.

"You 're a Neapolitan, I think I heard him say."

"So my passport states."

"Ah, he won't say that he is one, though," interposed his Lordship, in
English. "Do you mind that, Baynton?"

"Yes, I remarked it," was the reply.

"And how came you here originally?" asked Selby, turning towards the
youth.

"I came here to study and to work. There is always enough to be had to
do in this place, copying the works of great masters; and at one's spare
moments there is time to try something of one's own."

"And have you done anything of that kind?"

"Yes, I have begun. I have attempted two or three."

"We should like to see them,--eh, Baynton?"

"Of course, when we 've finished our wine. It's not far off, is it?"

"A few minutes' walk; but not worth even that, when the place is full
of things really worth seeing. There's Danneker's 'Bathing Nymph,' and
Canova's 'Dead Cupid,' and Rauch's 'Antigone,' all within reach."

"Mind that, Baynton; we must see all these to-morrow. Could you come
about with us, and show us what we ought to see?"

"Who knows if I shall not be on the road to-morrow?" said the youth,
smiling faintly.

"Oh, I think not, if there's really nothing against you; if it's only
mere suspicion."

"Just so!" said the other, and drank off his wine.

"And you are able to make a good thing of it here,--by copying, I mean?"
asked his Lordship, languidly.

"I can live," said the youth; "and as I labor very little and idle a
great deal, that is saying enough, perhaps."

"I 'm not sure the police are not right about him, after all, Baynton,"
said his Lordship; "he doesn't seem to care much about his trade;" and
Massy was unable to repress a smile at the remark.

"You don't understand English, do you?" asked Selby, with a degree of
eagerness very unusual to him.

"Yes, I am English by birth," was the answer.

"English! and how came you to call yourself a Neapolitan? What was the
object of that?"

"I wished to excite less notice and less observation here, and, if
possible, to escape the jealousy with which Englishmen are regarded by
the authorities; for this I obt