"Then I shall not see you again," said the young man, in a moody tone.
"That depends on yourself," she replied, blushing.
All the blood rushed to Ronald's fair face, and it was only by a great effort he prevented himself from taking her in his arms, and kissing her.
"Does your cousin, the Marchese go with you?" he asked eagerly.
"I believe so."
"I suppose you are glad?"
"Glad!" she looked at him with surprise; "why on earth should I be glad?"
"Because--because--well"--desperately--"he's going to marry you."
Carmela frowned.
"Who told you so?"