"I would have you see in me no more than I am.

But it sometimes happens that the mouse may aid the lion." "And when I need the lion to aid the mouse, my good Lazzaro, I will send for you." There were tears in her voice, and her eyes were very bright.
"Addio, Lazzaro," she murmured brokenly.

"May God and His saints protect you.

I will pray for you, and I shall hope to see you again some day, my friend." "Addio, Madonna!" was all that I could trust myself to say ere I fled from her presence that she might not see my deep emotion, nor hear the sobs that were threatening to betray the anguish that was ravaging my soul..