"Do you expect me to spend my life in getting married,--not to say in eloping ?" "Well, I trust that you will have enough of it this time." "I cannot conceive that when a man has once married the woman he loves he should ever look at another," said Nino, gravely.
"You are a most blessed fellow," I exclaimed.
Nino found my writing materials, which consisted of a bad steel pen, some coarse ruled paper, and a wretched little saucer of ink, and began writing an epistle to the contessina.

I watched him as he wrote, and I smoked a little to pass the time.

As I looked at him I came to the conclusion that to-day, at least, he was handsome.

His thick hair curled about his head, and his white skin was as pale and clear as milk.

I thought that his complexion had grown less dark than it used to be, perhaps from being so much in the theatre at night.