But she never once glanced in that direction.
When she had eaten sufficiently, she sat twirling her spoon and looking into the depths of her cup, as if it were a magic mirror revealing all the future.
She was just about to say, "Now you may call Papa Balbino," when Giovanna gave a sudden start, and exclaimed, "Signorita! a gentleman!" And ere she had time to look round, Fitzgerald was kneeling at her feet.

He seized her hand and kissed it passionately, saying, in an agony of entreaty: "O Rosabella, do say you forgive me! I am suffering the tortures of the damned." The irruption was so sudden and unexpected, that for an instant she failed to realize it.

But her presence of mind quickly returned, and, forcibly withdrawing the hand to which he clung, she turned to the astonished waiting-maid and said quite calmly, "Please deliver _immediately_ the message I spoke of." Giovanna left the room and proceeded directly to the adjoining apartment, where Signor Balbino was engaged in earnest conversation with another gentleman.
Fitzgerald remained kneeling, still pleading vehemently for forgiveness.
"Mr.Fitzgerald," said she, "this audacity is incredible.

I could not have imagined it possible you would presume ever again to come into my presence, after having sold me to that infamous man." "He took advantage of me, Rosa.

I was intoxicated with wine, and knew not what I did.