"I consider I have your promise; you must not fail me! Come as early as you like in the afternoon, then you will see my little girl Stella.

She is very like poor Fabio.

Till to-morrow, adieu!" She extended her hand.

I raised it to my lips.

She smiled as she withdrew it, and looking at me, or rather at the glasses I wore, she inquired: "You suffer with your eyes ?" "Ah, madame, a terrible infirmity! I cannot endure the light.