‘The others had run into the church. Matilda, who scarcely had noticed it, cried suddenly:
‘“O Santissima! we are quite alone.”
‘“Will you be mine?” cried he, enthusiastically.
‘“Oh! they will hear you in the church,” replied she.
‘“They shall, they shall,” cried he again, as loudly.
‘“If you will only go away.”
‘“And then?”
‘“Yes, yes, indeed.”
‘“The Virgin hears you: fifty saints are witnesses.”
‘“Ah! they know you made me: they will look kindly on us.”