I wish he would give me some more!" "And supposing he were to do so, would you care for him, Nina ?" he demanded, jealously.

"Surely not.

Besides, you have no idea how conceited he is.

He says he will never make love to a woman unless she first makes love to him; what do you think of that ?" She laughed again, more merrily than before.
"Think! Why, that he is very original--charmingly so! Are you coming in, Guido ?" He rose, and standing erect, almost lifted her from her chair and folded her in his arms.
"Yes, I AM coming in," he answered; "and I will have a hundred kisses for every look and smile you bestowed on the conte! You little coquette! You would flirt with your grandfather!" She rested against him with apparent tenderness, one hand playing with the flower in his buttonhole, and then she said, with a slight accent of fear in her voice-- "Tell me, Guido, do you not think he is a little like--like FABIO?
Is there not a something in his manner that seems familiar ?" "I confess I have fancied so once or twice," he returned, musingly; "there is rather a disagreeable resemblance.

But what of that?
many men are almost counterparts of each other.