I also am young and rich, if not handsome." "Certainly not handsome," said his father, who was nursing his wrath, and meanwhile spoke calmly.

"You are the image of me." "I am proud of the likeness," said Giovanni, gravely.

"But to return to Madame Mayer.

She is a widow--" "Is that her fault ?" inquired his father irrelevantly, his anger rising again.
"I trust not," said Giovanni, with a smile.

"I trust she did not murder old Mayer.