t to Casalunga early the next morning. If the telegram had not
been forwarded, he would send a message on that evening. On inquiry,
however, he found that the message had been sent, and that the paper
had been put into the Signore's own hand by the Sienese messenger.
Then he got into some discourse with the landlord about the strange
gentleman at Casalunga. Trevelyan was beginning to become the subject
of gossip in the town, and people were saying that the stranger was
very strange indeed. The landlord thought that if the Signore had
any friends at all, it would be well that such friends should come
and look after him. Mr. Glascock asked if Mr. Trevelyan was ill. It
was not only that the Signore was out of health,--so the landlord
heard,--but that he was also somewhat-- And then the landlord touched
his head. He eat nothing, and went nowhere, and spoke to no one; and
the people at the hospital to which Casalunga belonged were beginning
to be uneasy about their tenant. Perhaps Mr. Glascock had come to
take him away. Mr. Glascock explained that he had not come to take
Mr. Trevelyan away,--but only to take away a little boy that was with
him. For this reason he was travelling with a maid-servant,--a fact
for which Mr. Glascock clearly thought it necessary that he should
give an intelligible and credible explanation. The landlord seemed to
think that the people at the hospital would have been much rejoiced
had Mr. Glascock intended to take Mr. Trevelyan away also.

He started after a very early breakfast, and found himself walking
up over the stone ridges to the house between nine and ten in the
morning. He himself had sat beside the driver and had put the maid
inside the carriage. He had not deemed it wise to take an undivided
charge of the boy even from Casalunga to Siena. At the door of the
house, as though waiting for him, he found Trevelyan, not dirty as he
had been before, but dressed with much appearance of smartness. He
had a brocaded cap on his head, and a shirt with a laced front, and a
worked waistcoat, and a frock coat, and coloured bright trousers. Mr.
Glascock knew at once that all the clothes which he saw before him
had been made for Italian and not for English wear; and could almost
have said that they had been bought in Siena and not in Florence.
"I had not intended to impose this labour on you, Mr. Glascock,"
Trevelyan said, raising his cap to salute his visitor.

"For fear there might be mistakes, I thou