They would have been hers had her husband lived--they should be hers now.

If you, signor, will report these facts to her and learn her wishes with respect to the matter, I shall be much indebted to you." "I shall be delighted to obey you," replied Ferrari, courteously, rising at the same time to take his leave.

"I am proud to be the bearer of so pleasing an errand.

Beautiful women love jewels, and who shall blame them?
Bright eyes and diamonds go well together! A rivederci, Signer Conte! I trust we shall meet often." "I have no doubt we shall," I answered, quietly.
He shook hands cordially--I responded to his farewell salutations with the brief coldness which was now my habitual manner, and we parted.
From the window of my saloon I could see him sauntering easily down the hotel steps and from thence along the street.

How I cursed him as he stepped jauntily on--how I hated his debonair grace and easy manner! I watched the even poise of his handsome head and shoulders, I noted the assured tread, the air of conscious vanity--the whole demeanor of the man bespoke his perfect self-satisfaction and his absolute confidence in the brightness of the future that awaited him when that stipulated six months of pretended mourning for my untimely death should have expired.