I shall never forgive myself." "Diana!" I cried, "it is a horrible tragedy; but it seems to me that you could not help it if she chose to love you." "Hush!" said he, so sternly that he frightened me.

"She is dead.

God give her soul rest.

Let us not talk of what she did." "But," I objected, "if you feel so strongly about it, how can you sing at the opera to-night ?" "There are plenty of reasons why I should sing.

In the first place, I owe it to my engagement with Jacovacci.