What was there in that wine you gave me this morning ?" He met my searching gaze unflinchingly.
"A medicine," he said.

"An excellent and perfectly simple remedy made of the juice of plants, and absolutely harmless." "But why," I demanded, "why did you give me this medicine?
Was it not wrong to take so much responsibility upon yourself ?" He smiled.
"I think not.

If you are injured or offended, then I was wrong; but if, on the contrary, your health and spirits are ever so little improved, as I see they are, I deserve your thanks, mademoiselle." And he waited with an air of satisfaction and expectancy.

I was puzzled and half-angry, yet I could not help acknowledging to myself that I felt better and more cheerful than I had done for many months.

I looked up at the artist's dark, intelligent face, and said almost humbly: "I DO thank you, signor.