"There! You didn't know what a forward hussy I could be if I

tried, and really I have been surprised at myself since I began to

be in love with you. For weeks and weeks I have been thin and

haggard and ugly, and only to-day I begin to be a little

beautiful. I couldn't be anything but beautiful to-day, and I've

been running to the glass to look at myself, as the only way to

understand why you love me at all. And I'm glad--so glad for your

sake.

"Good-bye, dearest! You cannot come to-morrow or the next day, and

what a lot I shall have to live before I see you again! Shall I

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look older? No, for thinking of you makes me feel younger and

younger every minute. How old are you? Thirty-four? I'm twenty-four

and a half, and that is just right, but if you think I ought to be

nearer your age I'll wear a bonnet and fasten it with a bow.

"ROMA.

"P.S.--Don't delay the momentous matter. Don't! Don't! Don't!"

She dined alone that night that she might be undisturbed in her thoughts

of Rossi. Ordinary existence had almost disappeared from her

consciousness, and every time Felice spoke as he served the dishes his

voice seemed to come from far away.

She went to bed early, but it was late before she slept. For a long time

she lay awake to think over all that had happened, and, when the night

was far gone, and she tried to fall asleep in order to dream of it also,

she could not do so for sheer delight of the prospect. But at last amid

the gathering clouds of sleep she said "Good-night," with the ghost of a

kiss, and slept until morning.

When she awoke it was late, and the sun was shining into the room. She

lay on her back and stretched out both arms for sheer sweetness of the

sensation of health and love. Everything was well, and she was very

happy. Thinking of yesterday, she was even sorry for the Baron, and told

herself she had been too bold and daring.

But that thought was gone in a moment. Body and soul were suffused with

joy, and she leapt out of bed with a spring.

A moment afterwards Natalina came with a letter. It was from the Baron

himself, and it was dated the day before:-

"Minghelli has returned from London, and therefore I must see you

to-morrow at eleven o'clock. Be so good as to be at home, and give

orders that for half-an-hour at least we shall be quite undisturbed."




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