was sure to resent.

"Father Brown, this is my new teacher. The professor sent him. He has
just saved my life. I have tried to thank him, but could not. You have
more power."

Brown and Eliza both came close to the young man; but he shook his head,
and tried to evade them. After her tender thankfulness, their gratitude,
generous and pure as it was, seemed coarse to him.

"We must begin the lesson," he said, laughing, and drawing a book from
his pocket. "This little accident, which was nothing, has made us lose
time."

He said this in Italian, which, of course, silenced them; and at this
moment the man could say nothing which his companion would not confirm.

Caroline smiled, and went up the steps from terrace to terrace, while he
kept by her side. Her color had come back more vividly than ever. The
sunshine struck her hair, and turned all its brown to gold. She was
dressed like a peasant of the better class, with some scarlet in her
blue bodice, and more bordering the bottom of her skirt. Her neck was
uncovered, for the blue mantle had fallen off and now lay in the bottom
of the boat. It was a becoming dress, but not for her--she was too
queenly.

They went into that old stone dwelling, forming one group; but the
moment the parlor was reached, Eliza went off to her work, she said--but
if any one had followed her, it would have been to a chamber under the
roof, where she was upon her knees full twenty minutes, thanking God for
Caroline's escape from death.

Then Brown went away, and seated himself in an arbor on one of the
terraces, where he was seen once or twice to take out his handkerchief
and wipe his eyes, as if the dust troubled him.

The man up yonder, brave as he was, had rather evaded his gratitude; but
he knew that God would listen.

Then Caroline took one of the volumes her new teacher had brought, and
retreated to a latticed window, which had a cushioned seat in it large
enough for two, though I really do not believe she thought of that. At
any rate, he did not accuse her of it, even in his thoughts, but went
quietly to the window and took a seat by her side, at which she blushed
a little, but did not move.

Caroline was very well grounded in her Italian; so, instead of grammars,
these young people fell to reading the native poets, and began with
Tasso--a course of studies well calculated to produce more results than
one; but Brown did not understand Italian, though he was a splendid
musician, an