impossible to describe.

"Allow me to explain this mystery to you," said Zicci. "I discovered
the plot against you,--no matter how. I frustrated it thus: the head of
this design is a nobleman who has long persecuted you in vain. He and
two of his creatures watched you from the entrance of the theatre,
having directed six others to await him on the spot where you were
attacked; myself and five of my servants supplied their place, and were
mistaken for his own followers. I had previously ridden alone to the
spot where the men were waiting, and informed them that their master
would not require their services that night. They believed me, for I
showed them his signet-ring, and accordingly dispersed; I then joined my
own band, whom I had left in the rear. You know all. We are at your
door."

(1) At that time in Naples carriages were both cheaper to hire, and more
necessary for strangers than they are now.




CHAPTER III.


Zicci was left alone with the young Italian. She had thrown aside her
cloak and head-gear; her hair, somewhat dishevelled, fell down her ivory
neck, which the dress partially displayed; she seemed, as she sat in
that low and humble chamber, a very vision of light and glory.

Zicci gazed at her with an admiration mingled with compassion; he