At sight of Francesco, a look that was partly dismay and partly pleasure lighted her face.

She greeted him with such a smile as she would bestow in that hour upon none but a trusted friend.

Then, with a look of regret: "I am beyond measure grieved, sir, that you should thus stand committed to my fortunes.

They will have told you that already we are besieged, and so you will see how your fate is now bound up with ours.

For I fear me there is no road hence for you until Gian Maria raises this siege.
The choice of going or remaining is no longer mine.