"From Rome," she said. "That seems something good to me. Just look, quickly!"
"It seems something good to me too," I replied; my hand trembled and my heart beat.
"Where?" asked Lucia, the while I read.
"Stockholm," I replied, "with advancement."
"Thank Heaven!" said Lucia; "then the wretched story here is ended."
I looked at her a while severely and gravely, so that her bright look darkened and a shadow of anxiety fell upon her face.
"The story here is not ended, Lucia, but has reached a turning point. I am not going."
"That's impossible," she cried out; "you can't refuse."
"No! but I can hand in my resignation."
"Your resignation - and then??"