I shall be proud to call her my daughter." In his excitement Giovanni sprang from his seat, and rushing to his father's side, threw his arms round his neck and embraced him.

He had never done such a thing in his life.

Then he remained standing, and grew suddenly thoughtful.
"It is heartless of us to talk in this way," he said.

"The poor man is not buried yet." "My dear boy," said the old Prince, "Astrardente is dead.

He hated me, and was beginning to hate you, I fancy.