She wondered how he would say it, what his words would be, how he would look, whether he would again be as strangely violent as he had been that night at the Palazzo Frangipani.

She wondered, most of all, how she would answer him.

But it would be long yet.

There would be many meetings, many happy days before that happiest day of all.
Sister Gabrielle saw a wonderful change in Corona's face that afternoon when they drove up the valley together, and she remarked what wonderful effect a little variety had upon her companion's spirits--she could not say upon her health, for Corona seemed made of velvet and steel, so smooth and dark, and yet so supple and strong.

Corona smiled brightly as she looked far up at the beetling crags behind which Saracinesca was hidden.
"We shall be up there the day after to-morrow," she said.