"I mean--he would allow me to do any thing I liked, and glory in it, because I did it. He would chuckle over it for a month." "Luigi--" "Pepita, do you love him better than me?" "No, but if I leave him so it would break his heart. He will think I am ruined. He will declare a vendetta against you, and follow you to the end of the world." "Is there no hope?" "No--not now." "Not now? And when will there be? Can it be possible that you would give me up? Then I would not give you up! If you do not love me I must love you." "Cruel!" murmured Pepita. "Forgive," said Dick, penitently. "Perhaps I am too sudden. If I come back again in two or three months will you be as hardhearted as you are now?" "Hard-hearted!" sighed Pepita, tearfully. "You should not reproach me. My troubles are more than I can bear. It is no slight thing that you ask." "Will waiting soften you? Will it make any difference? If I came for you--" "You must not leave me so," said Pepita, reproachfully. "I will tell you all. You will understand me better. Listen. My family is noble." "Noble!" cried Dick, thunderstruck. He had certainly always thought her astonishingly lady--like for a peasant girl, but attributed this to the superior refinement of the Italian race. "Yes, noble," said Pepita, proudly. "We seem now only poor peasants. Yet once we were rich and powerful. My grandfather lost all in the wars in the time of Napoleon, and only left his descendants an honorable name. Alas! honor and titles are worth but little when one is poor. My brother Luigi is the Count di Gianti." "And you are the Countess di Gianti." "Yes," said Pepita, smiling at last, and happy at the change that showed itself in Dick. "I am the Countess Pepita di Gianti. Can you understand now my dear Luigi's high sense of honor and the fury that he felt when he thought that you intended an insult? Our poverty, which we can not escape, chafes him sorely. If I were to desert him thus suddenly it would kill him." "Oh, Pepita! if waiting will win you I will wait for years. Is there any hope?" "When will you leave Rome?" "In a few days my friends leave." "Then do not stay behind. If you do you can not see me." "But if I come again in two or three months? What then? Can I see you?" "Perhaps," said Pepita, timidly. "And you will apt refuse? No, no! You can not! How can I find you?" "Alas! you will by that time forget all about me." "Cruel Pepita! How can you say I will forget? Would I not die for you? How can I find you?" "The Padre Lignori." "Who?" "Padre Lignori, at the little church. The tall priest--the one who spoke to you." "But he will refuse. He hates me." "He is a good man. If he thinks you are honorable he will be your friend. He is a true friend to me." "I will see him before I leave and tell him all." There were voices below. Pepita started. "They come. I must go," said she, dropping her veil. "Confound them!" cried Dick. "_Addio_!" sighed Pepita.