"Was it to say this that you made me come ?" "This and a great deal more, Teresina bella.

Open your little parcel while I tell you the rest.

Who made you so pretty, carissima?
Nature knew what she was doing when she made those eyes of yours and those bright cheeks, and those little hands and this small waist--per Dio--if some one I know were as pretty as Teresinella, all Naples would be at her feet!" He slipped his arm round her, there in the shade.

Still she held the package unopened in her hand.

She grew a little pale, as he touched her, and shrank away as though to avoid him, but evidently uncertain and deeply disturbed.