"It looks like it," said Giovanni in a low voice.
"Giovanni!" she seized his arm. "Do you believe it, too?"
"I will believe whatever you tell me."
"She is as innocent as I!" cried Corona, her eyes blazing with indignation. Giovanni understood more from the words than she meant to convey.
"Will you never forgive?" he asked sadly.
"I did not mean that—I meant Faustina. Giovanni—you must get her away from here. You can, if you will."
"I will do much for you," he answered quietly.
"It is not for me. It is for an unfortunate child who is the victim of a horrible mistake. I have comforted her by promising that she should be free this morning. She will go mad if she is kept here."
"Whatever I do, I do for you, and I will do nothing for any one else.
For you or for no one, but I must know that it is really for you."
Corona understood and turned away. It was broad daylight now, as she looked through the grating of the window, watching the people who passed, without seeing them.