You will now, if you please, me the honour do, me to your all-the-talents-possible-possessing relation to present." Nino had foreseen the contingency and disappeared into the dark.

Presently he returned.
"I am so sorry, Signor Conte," he said.

"The sacristan tells me that when my cousin had finished he hurried away, saying he was afraid of taking some ill if he remained here where it is so damp.

I will tell him how much you appreciated him." "Curious is it," remarked the count.

"I heard him not going off." "He stood in the doorway of the sacristy, by the high altar, Signor Conte." "In that case is it different." "I am sorry," said Nino.