There is something half divine in the grief of some women.
"Dear child," said her mother very gently, "there is nothing to cry over.

Beatrice carissima, try and control yourself.

It will soon pass--" "It will soon pass--yes," answered the young girl, bringing out the words with a great effort.

During fully two minutes more she pressed her eyes with all her might.

Then she rose suddenly to her feet, and her face was almost calm again.
"I will marry him, since what I never meant for a promise really is one and has seemed so to you and to him.