"You do not deserve forgiveness. But I will forgive you if you leave me now. Did I not tell you that I was in a hurry?"
"Will you not tell me where I can see you again?"
"I suppose I will be walking out about this time to-morrow."
"Oh, Signorina! and I will be at the gate."
"If you don't forget."
"Would you be angry if you saw me at the gate this evening?"
"Yes; for friends are going out with me. Addio, Signore."
The young girl departed, leaving Dick rooted to the spot. After a while he went on to the Piazza del Popolo. A thousand feelings agitated him. Joy, triumph, perfect bliss, were mingled with countless tender recollections of the glance, the smile, the tone, and the blushes of Pepita. He walked on with new life. So abstracted was his mind in all kinds of delicious anticipations that he ran full against a man who was hurrying at full speed and in equal abstraction in the opposite direction. There was a recoil. Both fell. Both began to make apologies. But suddenly:
"Why, Buttons!"
"Why, Dick!"