I do not forgive you for presuming to love my daughter, and I will find means to remind you of the scandal you have brought on my house." He drew himself up to his full height.

Nino handed him his crutch-stick civilly.
"Signor Conte," he said simply, but with all his natural courtesy, "I am sorry for this affair, to which you forced me,--or rather the Signora Baronessa forced us both.

I have acted foolishly, perhaps, but I am in love.

And permit me to assure you, sir, that I will yet marry the Signorina di Lira, if she consents to marry me." "By the name of Heaven," swore the old count, "if she wants to marry a singer, she shall." He limped to the door in sullen anger, and went out.

Nino turned to the prostrate figure of the poor baroness.