But to gain the library I had to pass the door of Giuliana's room.

It stood open, and Giuliana herself in the doorway.

We looked at each other, and seeing her so sorrowful, with tears in her great dark eyes, I stepped forward to speak, to utter something of the deep sympathy that stirred me.
She stretched forth a hand to me.

I took it and held it tight, looking up into her eyes.
"Dear Agostino!" she murmured in gratitude for my sympathy; and I, distraught, inflamed by tone and look, answered by uttering her name for the first time.
"Giuliana!" Having uttered it I dared not look at her.

But I stooped to kiss the hand which she had left in mine.