And she showed me, with quite Southern animation, her heavy bracelets and necklace. "I have also," she continued, "earrings with stones in them, a silk dress, and some rings; but I only wear them on grand occasions. Oh! she is very happy, Sir, very happy. She will be so pleased when I tell her you have been here. But pray come in and sit down. You will take something or other, surely?" But I refused, as I now wished to get away by the first train; but she took me by the arm and pulled me in, saying: "Please, come in; I must tell her that you have been in here." I found myself in a small, rather dark room, furnished with only a table and a few chairs. She continued: "O! She is very happy now, very happy. When you met her in the train she was very miserable, for her lover had just left her at Marseilles, and she was coming back, poor child. But she liked you at once, though she was still rather sad, you understand. Now she has all she wants, and she writes and tells me everything that she does. His name is Bellemin, and they say he is a great painter in your country. He met her in the street here, and fell in love with her out of hand. But you will take a glass of syrup?--it is very good. Are you quite alone, this year?" "Yes," I said, "quite alone." I felt an increasing inclination to laugh, as my first disappointment was dispelled by what Mother Rondoli said. I was obliged, however, to drink a glass of her syrup. "So you are quite alone?" she continued. "How sorry I am that Francesca is not here now; she would have been company for you all the time you stayed. It is not very amusing to go about all by oneself, and she will be very sorry also." Then, as I was getting up to go, she exclaimed: "But would you not like Carlotta to go with you? She knows all the walks very well. She is my second daughter, Sir." No doubt she took my look of surprise for consent, for she opened the inner door and called out up the dark stairs which I could not see: "Carlotta! Carlotta! make haste down, my dear child." I tried to protest, but she would not listen. "No; she will be very glad to go with you; she is very nice, and much more cheerful than her sister, and she is a good girl, a very good girl, whom I love very much." In a few moments, a tall, slender, dark girl appeared, with her hair hanging down, and whose youthful figure showed unmistakably beneath an old dress of her mother's. The latter at once told her how matters stood. "This is Francesca's Frenchman, you know, the one whom she knew last year. He is quite alone, and has come to look for her, poor fellow; so I told him that you would go with him to keep him company." The girl looked at me with her handsome dark eyes, and said, smiling: "I have no objection, if he wishes it." I could not possibly refuse, and merely said: "Of course I shall be very glad of your company."