There was no explanation, nor any audible or visible means of making their sentiments known to each other.

Violetta threw herself into the arms of her more experienced friend, and struggled to conceal her face in her bosom.

At this moment the music suddenly ceased, and the plash of oars falling into the water succeeded.
"He is gone!" exclaimed the young creature who had been the object of the serenade, and whose faculties, spite of her confusion, had lost none of their acuteness.

"The gondolas are moving away, and we have not made even the customary acknowledgments for their civility!" "It is not needed--or rather it might increase a hazard that is already too weighty.

Remember thy high destiny, my child, and let them depart." "And yet methinks one of my station should not fail in courtesy.