d from Rome.

'My lord's caprices' (Ferrari wrote) 'have kept us perpetually on the
move. He is becoming incurably restless. I suspect he is uneasy in
his mind. Painful recollections, I should say--I find him constantly
reading old letters, when her ladyship is not present. We were to have
stopped at Genoa, but he hurried us on. The same thing at Florence.
Here, at Rome, my lady insists on resting. Her brother has met us at
this place. There has been a quarrel already (the lady's maid tells
me) between my lord and the Baron. The latter wanted to borrow money
of the former. His lordship refused in language which offended Baron
Rivar. My lady pacified them, and made them shake hands.'

The third, and last letter, was from Venice.

'More of my lord's economy! Instead of staying at the hotel, we have
hired a damp, mouldy, rambling old palace. My lady insists on having
the best suites of rooms wherever we go--and the palace comes cheaper
for a two months' term. My lord tried to get it for longer; he says
the quiet of Venice is good for his nerves. But a foreign speculator
has secured the palace, and is going to turn it into an hotel. The
Baron is still with us, and there have been more disagreements about
money matters. I don't like the Baron--and I don't find the
attractions of my lady grow on me. She was much nicer before the Baron
joined us. My lord is a punctual paymaster; it's a matter of honour
with him; he hates parting with his money, but he does it because he
has given his word. I receive my salary regularly at the end of each
month--not a franc extra, though I have done many things which are not
part of a courier's proper work. Fancy the Baron trying to borrow
money of me! he is an inveterate gambler. I didn't believe it when my
lady's maid first told me so--but I have seen enough since to satisfy
me that she was right. I have seen other things besides, which--well!
which don't increase my respect for my lady and the Baron. The maid
says she means to give warning to leave. She is a respectable British
female, and doesn't take things quite so easily as I do. It is a dull
life here. No going into company--no company at home--not a creature
sees my lord--not even the consul, or the banker. When he goes out, he
goes alone, and generally towards nightfall. Indoors, he shuts himself
up in his own room with his books, and sees as little of his wife and
the Baron as possible. I fancy things are coming to a crisis here. I