“Bravo!” cried the grocer, who saw the case against Juno crumbling. Locking his hands behind him, he began to whistle cheerfully, his eyes on the moving pictures of the sky. “Shame to you, my brother!” broke out Carolina. Then she took the witness in hand. “When you have seen-a Bertino--de last-a time, ees-a when?” “Airly this mornin’ whin we wint for the dandelie-yuns, me and the childer here.” “And he no more coma back?” “Divvil a hair iv him.” “Bravo!” again from the grocer, the last barrier between him and Juno levelled. “Where he say he go?” asked Carolina. “Well, mum, if I understud his dog Italian and his hog English, he said he was goin’ to Jamaiky to ax at the post arface was there a letter from somebody in Mulberry.” * * * * * Signor Di Bello returned to New York in high spirits. Whether the proofs of Juno’s attempted bigamy were and always had been myths of Tomato’s fancy was not the question that seemed to him of most import now. What towered above all else was the monolithic fact that the proofs were missing, and Juno might be his, after all. As the wish gained firmer hold on the thought, he began to view the doings of the past two days as moves in a miscarried plot of his sister’s to cheat him of the woman who challenged his taste. In the train he sat apart from Carolina and Armando and nursed his delight. They could see that he was gloating over the events that had cast them into hopeless gloom. And while they brooded, Signor Di Bello replanned his wedding. Arrived in Mulberry, he made straight for the Restaurant of Santa Lucia and caroled the triumphant tidings to Juno. “Did I not tell you they were a flock of geese?” he said, passing the bottle of _barbera_. “There was no bust, and, of course, no husband. But there will be a husband on the Feast of Sunday, my very sympathetic one,” he cooed. “Ah! Bertino has received my letter and fled,” she mused under her fallen eyelids as she tipped the glass. That evening Signor Di Bello observed to Carolina: “There will be a wedding in this house next Sunday. The priest will not be the harebrained Father Nicodemo. I shall invite many of my Genovese friends, some Milanesi, some Torinesi, and a few of the first families of the Calabriani, the Siciliani, and the Napolitani, for I am a man above race prejudice.”