The days were so long at Astrardente." "Not half so long as at Saracinesca," he answered.

"I was going to call my aqueduct the Bridge of Sighs; I will christen it now the Spring of Love." "I must go and see it to-morrow," said she.
"Or the next day--" "The next day!" she exclaimed, with a happy laugh.

"Do you think I am going to stay--" "For ever," interrupted Giovanni.

"We have a priest here, you know,--he can marry us to-morrow, and then you need never go away." Corona's face grew grave.
"We must not talk of that yet," she said, gently, "even in jest." "No; you are right.

Forgive me," he answered; "I forget many things--it seems to me I have forgotten everything, except that I love you." "Giovanni,"-- she lingered on the name,--"Giovanni, we must tell your father at once." "Are you willing I should ?" he asked, eagerly.
"Of course--he ought to know; and Sister Gabrielle too.