miss, of my attempting to escape you. Where you are, there I must be till the end comes."
Her eyes wandered round the room with a last weary and stupefied look. She returned to her writing with slow and feeble steps, like the steps of an old woman.
HENRY and Agnes were left alone in the Room of the Caryatides.
The person who had written the description of the palace--probably a poor author or artist-- had correctly pointed out the defects of the mantel-piece. Bad taste, exhibiting itself on the most costly and splendid scale, was visible in every part of the work. It was nevertheless greatly admired by ignorant travelers of all classes; partly on account of its imposing size, and partly on account of the number of variously-colored marbles which the sculptor had contrived to introduce into his design. Photographs of the mantel-piece were exhibited in the public rooms, and found a ready sale among English and American visitors to the hotel.
Henry led Agnes to the figure on the left, as they stood facing the empty fireplace. "Shall I try the experiment," he asked, "or will you?" She abruptly drew her arm away from him and turned back to the door. "I can't even look at