It is, at least, well worth the risk.
"You forget," said I, "that even when Cesare comes we cannot say how he will bear himself towards you.

You were to have been betrothed to his cousin, Ignacio.

It is a matter upon which he may insist." She looked at me for a moment with anguish in her eyes that turned my misery into torture.
"Lazzaro," she moaned, "was ever woman so beset! I think that Heaven must have laid some curse upon me." Her face was close to mine.

I stooped forward and kissed her on her brow.
"May God have you in His keeping, Madonna mia," I murmured.

"The sun is gone." "Lazzaro!" It was the cry of a breaking heart.