"Yes," said Pepita, smiling at last, and happy at the change that showed itself in Dick. "I am the Countess Pepita di Gianti. Can you understand now my dear Luigi's high sense of honor and the fury that he felt when he thought that you intended an insult? Our poverty, which we can not escape, chafes him sorely. If I were to desert him thus suddenly it would kill him."
"Oh, Pepita! if waiting will win you I will wait for years. Is there any hope?"
"When will you leave Rome?"
"In a few days my friends leave."
"Then do not stay behind. If you do you can not see me."
"But if I come again in two or three months? What then? Can I see you?"
"Perhaps," said Pepita, timidly.
"And you will apt refuse? No, no! You can not! How can I find you?"
"Alas! you will by that time forget all about me."
"Cruel Pepita! How can you say I will forget? Would I not die for you? How can I find you?"