he youth, reddening with
shame.

"If you had, I would despair of you altogether," rejoined the other.

"Well, what is it that I have to do?" said Massy, bluntly.

"It is to remodel the arm, for I don't think you can mend it; but you
'll see it yourself."

"Where is the figure,--in the studio?"

"No; it is in a small pavilion of a villa just outside the gates. It was
while I was conveying it there it met this misfortune. There's the name
of the villa on that card. You 'll find the garden gate open, and
by taking the path through the olive wood you 'll be there in a few
minutes; for I must go over to-morrow to Carrara with the Niobe; the
Academy has bought it for a model."

A slight start of surprise and a faint flush bespoke the proud
astonishment with which he heard of this triumph; but he never spoke a
word.

"If you had any pride in your works, you'd be delighted to see where the
Faun is to be placed. It is in a garden, handsomer even than this here,
with terraces rising one over the other, and looking out on the blue
sea, from the golden strand of Via Reggio down to the headlands above
Spezia. The great olive wood in the vast plain lies at your feet, and
the white cliffs of Serravezza behind you."

"What care I for all this?" said Massy, gloomily. "Benvenuto could
afford to be in love with his own works,--_I_ cannot!"

Traynor saw at once the mood of mind he was in, and stole noiselessly
away to his room.

CHAPTER XXXII. THE PAVILION IN THE GARDEN

Charles Massy, dressed in the blouse of his daily labor, and with the
tools of his craft in his hand, set out early in search of the garden
indicated by Billy Traynor. A sense of hope that it was for the last
time he was to exercise his art, that a new and more stirring existence
was now about to open before him, made his step lighter and his spirits
higher as he went. "Once amid the deep woods, and on the wide plains of
the New World, I shall dream no more of what judgment men may pass upon
my efforts. There, if I suffice to myself, I have no other ordeal to
meet. Perils may try me, but not the whims and tastes of other men."

Thus, fancying an existence of unbounded freedom and unfettered action,
he speedily traversed the olive wood, and almost ere he knew it found
himself within the garden. The gorgeous profusion of beautiful flowers,
the graceful grouping of shrubs, the richly perfumed air, laden with a
thousand odors, first awoke him from his day dr