"But of course I can never forgive him for what he did at the Frangipani ball." "No; nor I," answered Del Ferice, readily.

"I shall always hate him for that too." "I do not say that I exactly hate him." "You have every reason.

It appears to me that since my illness we have another idea in common, another bond of sympathy." Del Ferice spoke almost tenderly; but he laughed immediately afterwards, as though not wishing his words to be interpreted too seriously.

Donna Tullia smiled too; she was inclined to be very kind to him.
"You are very quick to jump at conclusions," she said, playing with her red fan and looking down.
"It is always easy to reach that pleasant conclusion--that you and I are in sympathy," he answered, with a tender glance, "even in regard to hating the same person.

The bond would be close indeed, if it depended on the opposite of hate.