They do say that it rains a good deal in those mountains--well, when it rains, you can write to Signor Ghisleri, while I write to Don Gianluca." Her innocent laughter at the idea startled Bianca, and the beautiful face grew paler, until it was almost wan.

Veronica thought she was like a passion flower, just then.

A short silence followed.
"Veronica," said Bianca, at last, "why do you not marry Gianluca, since you have grown to liking him so much ?" "I like him for a friend," answered Veronica, quietly.

"I do not want a husband.

Some day, I will tell you my story, perhaps--some day, if you will come to Muro, dear.