You feel a passing dislike for the idea perhaps, but that will be gone to-morrow.

Meanwhile the one thing which is really sure is that you are engaged to San Miniato, who, as I say, has undoubtedly telegraphed the fact to his sister in Florence and probably to two or three old friends.

By to-morrow it will be in the newspapers.

You cannot possibly draw back.

I have really talked enough.
I am utterly exhausted." Beatrice sank into a chair and pressed her fingers upon her eyes, not to hide them, but by sheer pressure forcing back the tears she felt coming.
Her beautiful young figure bent and trembled like a willow in the wind, and the soft white throat swelled with the choking sob she kept down so bravely.