DAPHNE
out on tiptoe and crept softly toward the intruder. She was rehearsing the Italian phrases she meant to use.
"Where is Rome?" she asked pleadingly, in the Roman tongue.
The stranger rose, with no sign of being startled, and removed his hat. Then Daphne sighed a great sigh of relief, feeling that she was safe.
"Rome," he answered, in a voice both strong and sweet, "Rome has perished, and Athens too."
"Oh"—said the girl. "You speak English. If you are not a stranger here, perhaps you can tell me where the Villa Accolanti is."
"I can," he replied, preparing to lead the way.
Daphne looked at him now. He was different from any person she had ever seen. Face and head belonged to some antique type of
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