"I brought this to you, thinking you might like it when you were
far away and she was dead," she said, in a choking voice.
"Thank you, Flossie," he said, taking the package from her, "God bless
you for all you are to her. Write me at Venice, Hotel New York, and tell
me how she is. We shall stay there a day or two before going on to
Vienna and Berlin."
He wrung her hands and walked away down the broad flight of stairs, and
Flossie saw him no more.
CHAPTER III.
DEAD.
That was what Adolph, a messenger boy from the Quirinal, said to Grey
three days later, when the latter accidentally met him in Florence and
inquired for the young English girl who was so sick with the fever.
Adolph had left the Quirinal for Florence, his home, on the evening of
the same day of Grey's departure from Rome. The next afternoon the two
met accidentally on one of the bridges which cross the river Arno.
"Dead!" Grey repeated, turning white to his lips and staggering as if he
had been smitten with a heavy blow.
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