The poor old grandfather is weak, weak; he decays, he loses his mind; but he has made his testament, oh yes!" The girl's look wandered about the grassy space, she was uneasy.
"Shall we turn and walk back, Mr.Florio ?" "If you wish, but slowly, slowly.

I am so happy to have met you.

Your company is a delight to me, Miss Hannaford.

Can we not meet more often ?" "I am always glad to see you," she answered nervously.
"Good!--A thought occurs to me." He pointed to the iron fence they were approaching.

"Is not that a waste?
Why does not the public authority--what do you call it ?--make money of these railings?
Imagine! One attaches advertisements to the rail, metal plates, of course artistically designed, not to spoil the Park.