But I must think; my mind is in a confusion;--a joyful confusion, dearest! But I must think it all over.

If you see me less often, be sure that it is because I am planning for our happiness.

And now, darling,--my own, my own, now really and for ever, my own--one kiss to seal our contract! You won't refuse me that.

I take you thus in my arms, my Paolina; for the first time as your promised husband.

Good-night--good-night--my own! I trust I may be able to think of what I am doing at the Palazzo tonight.