The young girl looked up at him, her large eyes reading his very soul.
"Did I look at you? Why, I was praying."
"You looked at me, and I have never forgotten it."
Another glance as though to assure herself of Dick's meaning. The next moment her eyes sank and her face flushed crimson. Dick's heart beat so fast that he could not speak for some time.
"Signore," said the young girl at last, "when you turn that corner you will see the Piazza del Popolo."
"Will you not walk as far as that corner?" said Dick.
"Ah, Signore, I am afraid I will not have time."
"Will I never see you again?" asked he, mournfully.
"I do not know, Signore. You ought to know."
A pause. Both had stopped, and Dick was looking earnestly at her, but she was looking at the ground.