"As you like," he said, tearing them up.
She closed her eyes while he was doing it. Then she said with a sad smile:
"So, it is certain, you don't care for me?"
"I mustn't contradict you," he answered gallantly.
He took her hand to bid her good-bye.
Slowly she went back to her bedroom.
There she found Stella Martini.
"Do you remember, Stella, that day I left you in the Church of Santa Chiara?"
"Yes; I remember."