She took the letter from me, and waited to hear what I had to say next.

'The person,' I told her, 'is a wise and good old man--the priest who married my father and mother, and baptised me.

We all of us used to consult Father Patrizio, when we wanted advice.
My nurse Teresa felt anxious about me in Ovid's absence; she spoke to him about my marriage engagement, and of my exile--forgive me for using the word!--in this house.

He said he would consider, before he gave her his opinion.

The next day, he sent her the letter which you have got in your hand.' "There, I came to a full stop; having something yet to say, but not knowing how to express myself with the necessary delicacy.
"'Why do you wish me to read the letter ?' she asked, quietly.
"I think there is something in it which might--.' "There, like a fool, I came to another full stop.