"True," answered Panna Maria.
"I do not know whether I mentioned that I have a studio in the Via Margutta in Rome, and that when the light becomes too sharp in this studio I am yearning for that one. Here it is—if we should all go to Rome—that would be perfect! Afterward we could go to Warsaw."
"There is no way to carry out that plan," answered Panna Maria, with a sad smile.
But he approached her quickly, and, taking her two hands, began to speak, looking at her with the greatest tenderness in his eyes.
"There is a way, dear lady, there is a way! Do you not divine it?"
And when she grew pale from happiness, he pressed both her palms to his breast, and added,—
"Give me thyself and thine—"