The breeze blew pleasantly through the trees, making the broad polished leaves rustle and the little green oranges rock on the boughs.
As soon as San Miniato caught sight of Teresina he put his note-book into his pocket and rose to his feet.

His face betrayed neither pleasure nor surprise as he sauntered along the path, until he was close to her.

Then both stopped, and he smiled, bending down and looking into her eyes.
"For charity's sake, Signor Conte!" cried the girl, drawing back, blushing and looking behind her quickly.

"I ought never to have come here.

Why did you make me come ?" "What an idea, Teresina!" laughed San Miniato softly.