Thinking she would faint, I extended my arms to save her from falling, but she put them aside with an alarmed yet appealing gesture.
"It is nothing," she murmured feebly, "a sudden giddiness--I thought--no matter what! Tell me, are you not related to the Romani family?
When you drew yourself up just now you were so like--like FABIO! I fancied," and she shuddered, "that I saw his ghost!" I supported her to a chair near the window, which I threw open for air, though the evening was cold.
"You are fatigued and overexcited," I said calmly, "your nature is too imaginative.

No; I am not related to the Romanis, though possibly I may have some of their mannerisms.

Many men are alike in these things.

But you must not give way to such fancies.

Rest perfectly quiet, you will soon recover." And pouring out a glass of water I handed it to her.