She was not weeping, but her face was white, and her bosom heaved with quick and strong-drawn breath.
Giovanni went to her side and took her strongly in his right arm, and again her head rested upon his shoulder.
"It is too soon--too soon," she murmured.

"But how can I help it?
I love you so that there is no counting of time.

It seems years since we met last night, and I thought it would be years before I told you.

Oh, Giovanni, I am so happy! Is it possible that you love me as I love you ?" It is a marvellous thing to see how soon two people who love each other learn the gentle confidence that only love can bring.

A few moments later Giovanni and Corona were slowly pacing the platform, and his arm was about her waist and her hand in his.
"Do you know," she was saying, "I used to wonder whether you would keep your word, and never try to see me.