Upon my word,\' Gwen Howard-Russell thought to herself in the gardens of the Villa Panormi, \'I really can\'t understand that young Mr. Churchill. He\'s four years older, and he ought to be four years wiser now, than when we were last at Rome, but he\'s actually just as stupid and as dull of comprehension as ever; he positively doesn\'t see when a girl\'s in love with him. He must be utterly bound up in his sculpture and his artistic notions, that\'s what it is, or else he\'d surely discover what one was driving at when one gives him every possible sort of opportunity. One would have thought he\'d have seen lots of society during these four winters that he\'s been comparatively famous, and that he would have found out what people mean when they say such things to him. But he hasn\'t, and I declare he\'s really more polite and attentive even now to that little governess cousin of his, with the old-fashioned bonnet, than he is to me myself, in spite of everything.\'

For it had never entered into Gwen\'s heart to think that Colin might possibly be in love himself with the little gipsy-faced governess cousin.

\'Cousin Dick,\' Gwen said a few minutes later to Lord Beaminster, \'I\'ve asked Mr. Churchill and my two Americans to come up and have a cup of tea with us this afternoon out here in the garden.\'

\'Certainly, my dear,\' the earl answered, smiling with all his false teeth most amiably; \'the house is your own, you know. (And, by George, she makes it so, certainly without asking me. But who on earth could ever be angry with such a splendid high-spirited creature?) Bring your Americans here by all means, and give that man with the outlandish name plenty of tea, please, to keep him quiet. By Jove, Gwen, I never can understand for the life of me what the dickens the fellow\'s talking about.\'

In due time the guests arrived, and Gwen, who had determined by this time to play a woman\'s last card, took great care during the whole afternoon to talk as much as possible to Hiram and as little as possible to Colin Churchill. She was determined to let him think he had a rival; that is the surest way of making a man discover whether he really cares for a woman or otherwise.

\'Oh yes, I\'ve been to Mr. Winthrop\'s studio,\' she said in answer to Audouin\'s inquiry, \'and we admired so much a picture of a lake with such a funny name to it, didn\'t we, papa? It was really beautiful, Mr. Winthrop. I\'ve never seen anything of yours that I\'ve been pleased with so much. Don\'t you think it splendid, Mr. Audouin?\'

\'A fine picture in its way—yes, certainly, Miss Russell; but not nearly so good, to my thinking, as the Capture of Babylon he\'s now working on.\'

\'You think so, really? Well, now, for my part I like the landscape better. There\'s so much more originality and personality in it, I fancy. Mr. Winthrop, which do you yourself like the best of your performances?\'

Hiram blushed with pleasure. Gwen had never before taken so much notice of him. \'I\'m hardly a good judge myself,\' he faltered out timidly. \'I wouldn\'t for worlds pit my own small opinion, of course, against Mr. Audouin\'s. I\'m trying my best at the Capture of Babylon, naturally, but I don\'t seem to satisfy my own imaginary standard in historical painting, somehow, nearly as well as in external nature. For my own part, I like the landscapes best. I quite agree with you, Miss Russell, that Lake Chattawauga is about my high-water mark.\'

(\'Lake Chattawauga!\' the earl interjected pensively—but nobody took the slightest notice of him. \'Lake Chattawauga! Do you really mean to say you\'ve painted the picture of a place with such a name as Lake Chattawauga? I should suppose it must be somewhere or other over in America.\')

\'I\'m so glad to hear you say so,\' Gwen answered cordially, \'because one\'s always wrong, you know, in matters of art criticism; and it\'s such a comfort to hear that one may be right now and again if only by accident. I liked Lake Chattawauga quite immensely; I don\'t know when I\'ve seen a picture that pleased me so much, Mr. Winthrop.—What do you say, Mr. Churchill?\'

\'I think you and Winthrop are quite right, Miss Russell. His landscapes are very, very pretty, and I wish he\'d devote himself to them entirely, and give up historical painting and figure subjects altogether.\'

(\'The first time I ever noticed a trace of professional jealousy in young Churchill,\' thought Audouin to himself sapiently. \'He doesn\'t want Hiram, apparently, to go on with the one thing which is certain to lead him in the end to fame and fortune.\')

\'And there was a lovely little sketch of a Tyrolese waterfall,\' Gwen began again enthusiastically............