He is no coward, your lover,--I will say that.

The end of it was that I came home and he did not." Hedwig sank into the chair that her father had left, and hid her face.
"Oh, you have killed him!" she moaned.
"No," said the count shortly; "I did not touch a hair of his head.

But he rode away toward Trevi." Hedwig breathed again.

"Are you satisfied ?" he asked, with a hard smile, enjoying the terror he had excited.
"Oh, how cruel you are, my father!" she said, in a broken voice.
"I tell you that if I could cure you of your insane passion for this singer fellow, I would be as cruel as the Inquisition," retorted the count.

"Now listen to me.