Corona held out her hand to Giovanni as he stood bareheaded in the road beside her.

One long look told all the tale; there could be no words there before the Sister and the old Prince, but their eyes told all--the pain of past separation, the joy of two loving hearts that met at last without hindrance.
"Let your servant drive, and get in with us," said Corona, who could hardly speak in her excitement.

Then she started slightly, and smiled in her embarrassment.

She had continued to hold Giovanni's hand, unconsciously leaving her fingers in his.
The Prince's groom climbed into the front seat, and old Saracinesca got down and entered the landau.

It was a strangely silent meeting, long expected by the two who so loved each other--long looked for, but hardly realised now that it had come.