For it was nothing but love with them from the very first, and so it must be to the very last.

Perhaps you will say that there is nothing in this story either but love.

And if so, it is well; for where there is naught else there can surely be no sinning, or wrongdoing, or weakness, or meanness; nor yet anything that is not quite pure and undefiled.
Just as I finish this writing, there comes a letter from Nino to say that he has taken steps about buying Serveti, and that I must go there in the spring with Mariuccia and make it ready for him.

Dear Serveti, of course I will go.
THE END.