"Not yet."
He bent his head and looked at her, and his face softened wonderfully in that instant. But there was not a touch of their hands, though they were alone in the room, nor a tender word spoken in a whisper to have told any one that they loved each other so well. They were alike, and they understood without speech or touch.
Lamberti read the telegram to the Countess, who seemed satisfied, but not very hopeful about the result.
"I never could understand what financiers and newspapers have to do with each other," she observed. "They seem to me so different."
"There is not often any resemblance between a horse and his rider," said Lamberti, enigmatically.
"Will you come this evening and tell us what the lawyer says?" Cecilia asked.
"Yes, if I may."
"Pray do," said the Countess. "We should so much like to know. Poor Guido! Good-bye!" Lamberti left the room.