Be well, O carissime! for joy will not let me write further." Laying aside the reed then, he began to walk with quick step; for besides delight, which was overflowing his soul, he was tormented with fever.

He said to himself that to-morrow Lygia would be in that house.
He did not know how to act with her, but felt that if she would love him he would be her servant.

He recalled Acte's assurance that he had been loved, and that moved him to the uttermost.

Hence it would be merely a question of conquering a certain maiden modesty, and a question of certain ceremonies which Christian teaching evidently commanded.

But if that were true, Lygia, when once in his house, would yield to persuasion or superior force; she would have to say to herself, "It has happened!" and then she would be amiable and loving.
But Chilo appeared and interrupted the course of these pleasant thoughts.