We have an interest in this solemn scene, and could wish not to be observed." "I know that well, Signor Carlo," answered the boatman; "and will see that you are not molested." Ghita uttered a faint exclamation, and, looking up, first saw that the feigned lazzarone was no other than Raoul Yvard.

As her uncle was too unobservant in general to detect his disguise, he made a sign for her to command herself, and continued rowing as if nothing had occurred.
"Be at ease, Ghita," said Carlo; "it is not yet the time, and we have twenty good minutes for our aves." Ghita, however, was far from being at ease.

She felt all the risks that the young man now ran, and she felt that it was on her account solely that he incurred them.

Even the solemn feeling of the hour and the occasion was disturbed by his presence, and she wished he were away on more accounts than one.

Here he was, nevertheless, and in the midst of enemies; and it would not have been in nature for one of her tender years and sex, and, most of all, of her feelings, not to indulge in a sentiment of tender gratitude toward him who had, as it were, thrust his head into the very lion's mouth to do her a service.