"I believe you will! I'd like to see myself refuse a thousand a-year and pickings."

"I suspect I know what you have in your mind, too. I 'll wager a pony that I guess it. You 're planning to marry that pretty widow, and carry her out with you."

O'Shea grew crimson over face and forehead, and stared at the other almost defiantly, without speaking.

"Ain't I right?" asked Agincourt, somewhat disconcerted by the look that was bent upon him.

"You are not right; you were never more wrong in your life."

"May be so; but you 'll find it a hard task to persuade me so."

"I don't want to persuade you of anything; but this I know, that you 've started a subject there that I won't talk on with you or any one else.

Do you mind me now? I 'm willing enough to owe you the berth you offered me, but not upon conditions; do you perceive--no conditions."

This was not a very intelligible speech, but Agincourt could detect the drift of the speaker, and caught him cordially by the hand, and said, "If I ever utter a word that offends you, I pledge my honor it will be through inadvertence, and not intention."

"That will do. I 'm your debtor, now, and without misgivings. I want to see young Heathcote as soon as I can. Would I find him at home now?"

"I 'll get him over here to dine with us. We 'll have a jolly evening together, and drink a boundless success to the Boundary Commissioner. If I don't mistake, too, there 's another good fellow here would like to be one of us."

"Another! who can he be?"

"Here he comes to answer for himself." And, as he spoke, Quackinboss lounged into the room, with his hands deep in his trousers-pockets, and his hat on his head.

"Well, sir, I hope I see you in good health," said he to Agincourt.

"You've grown a bit since we met last, and you ain't so washy-lookin' as you used to be."

"Thanks. I 'm all right in health, and very glad to see you, besides. Is not my friend here an old acquaintance of yours,--the O'Shea?"

"The O'Shea," said Quackinboss, slowly, laying great stress upon the definite article.

"The O'Shea! Yes, sir."

"You may remember that we met at Lucca some time back," said O'Shea, who felt that the moment was embarrassing and unpleasant.

"Yes, sir. 'The Shaver' recollects you," said he, in a slow, drawling tone; "and if I ain't mortal mistaken, there's a little matter of account unsettled between us."

"I 'm not aware of any dealings between us," said O'Shea, haughtily.

"Well, sir, _I_ am, and that comes pretty much to the same thing. You came over to Lucca one day to see young Layton, and you saw me, and we had a talk together about miscellaneous matters, and we didn't quite agree, and we parted with the understand in' that we 'd go over the figures again, and make the total all right. I hope, sir, you are with me in all this?"

"Perfectly. I remember it all now. I went over to settle a difference I had had with Layton, and you, with that amiable readiness for a fight that distinguishes your countrymen, proposed a little row on your own account; something--I forget what it was now--interfered with each of us at the time, but we agreed to let it stand over and open for a future occasion."

"You talk like a printed book, sir. It's a downright treat to hear you.

Go on," said the Colonel, seriously.

"It's my turn now," broke in Agincourt, warmly, "and I must say, I expected both more good sense and more generosity from either of you than to make the first moment of a friendly meeting the occasion of remembering an old grudge. You 'll not leave this room till you have shaken hands, and become--what you are well capable of being--good friends to each other."

"I have no grudge against the Colonel," said O'Shea, frankly.

"Well, sir," said Quackinboss, slowly, "I'm thinkin' Mr. Agincourt is right. As John Randolf of Roanoke said, 'The men who are ready to settle matters with the pistol are seldom slow to set them right on persuasion.' Here 's my hand, sir."

"You 'll both dine with me to-day, I hope," said Agincourt. "My friend here," added he, taking O'Shea's arm, "has just received a Government appointment, and we are bound to 'wet his commission' for him in some good claret."

They accepted the hospitable proposal readily, and now, at perfect ease together, and without one embarrassing thought to disturb their intercourse, they sat chatting away pleasantly for some time, when suddenly Quackinboss started up, saying, "Darn me a pale pink, if I haven't forgot all that I came about. Here 's how it was." And as he spoke, he took Agincourt to one side and whispered eagerly in his ear.

"But they know it all, my dear Colonel," broke in Agincourt. "Charles Heathcote has had the whole story in a long letter from Layton. I was with him this morning when the post arrived, and I read the letter myself; and, so far from entertaining any of the doubts you fear, they are only impatient to see dear Clara once more and make her 'One of Them.'"

"Well, sir, I 'm proud to know it," said the Colonel, "not only because it was my own readin' of 'em, but whenever I hear anything good or generous, I feel as if--bein' a human crittur myself--I came in for some of the credit of it. The doubt was never mine, sir. It was my friend, Mr. Harvey Winthrop, that thought how, perhaps, there might be a scruple, or a hesitation, or a sort of backwardness about knowin' a gal with such a dreadful story tacked to her. 'In Eu-rope, sir,' says he, 'they won't have them sort of things; they ain't like our people, who are noways displeased at a bit of notoriety.

"There!--look there!--the whole question is decided already," said Agincourt, as he drew the other towards the window and pointed to the street below. "There go the two girls together; they have driven off in that carriage, and Clara has her home once more in the midst of those who love her."

"I'm bound to say, sir," said Quackinboss, after a moment's pause, "that you Britishers are a fine people. You have, it is true, too many class distinctions and grades of rank among you, but you have a main hearty sympathy that teaches you to deal with human sufferin' as a thing that makes all men kindred; and whenever it's your lot to have to do a kindness, you double the benefit by the delicacy you throw into it."

"That's a real good fellow," said O'Shea, as Quackinboss quitted the room.

"Is he not?" cried Agincourt. "If I ever harbor an ungenerous thought about Yankees, I know how to correct it, by remembering that he 's 'One of Them.'"

CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION

Most valued reader, can you number amongst your life experiences that very suggestive one of revisiting some spot where you had once sojourned pleasantly, with scarcely any of the surroundings which first embellished it? With all the instruction and self-knowledge derivable from such an incident, there is a considerable leaven of sorrow, and even some bitterness. It is so very hard to believe that we are ourselves more changed than all around. We could have sworn that waterfall was twice as high, and certainly the lake used not to be the mere pond we see it; and the cedars,--surely these are not the cedars we were wont to sit under with Marian long ago? Oh dear! when I think that I once fancied I could pass my life in this spot, and now I am actually impatient for day-dawn that I may leave it!

With something of this humor three persons sat at sunset under the old beech-trees at the Bagni di Lucca. They were characters in this true history that we but passingly presented to our reader, and may well have lapsed from his memory. They were Mr. and Mrs. Morgan and Mr. Mosely, who had by the merest accident once more met and renewed acquaintance.

"My wife remembered you, sir, the moment you entered the _table d'hote_ room. She said, 'There 's that young man of Trip and Mosely's, that we saw here--was it three years ago?'"

"Possibly," was the dry response. "My memory is scarcely so good."

"You know I never forget a face, Tom," broke in the lady.

"I constantly do," said Mosely, tartly.

"Yes, but you must see so many people every day of your life, such hordes passing in and passing out, as I said to Morgan, it's no wonder at all if he can't remember us."

Mr. Mosely had just burned his finger with a lucifer-match, and mattered something not actually a benediction.

"Great changes over Italy--indeed, over all Europe--since we met last here," said Morgan, anxious to get discussion into a safer region.

"Yes, the Italians are behaving admirably; they 've shown the world that they are fully capable of winning their liberty, and knowing how to employ it."

"Don't believe it, sir,--bigoted set of rascals,--it's all pillage,--simple truth is, the Governments were all too good for them."

"You're right, Tom; perfectly right."

"He 'll not have many to agree with him, then; of that, madam, be well assured. The sympathies of the whole world are with these people."