She opened the case carefully.
"They are very beautiful; your mother wore them, Giovanni ?" She looked lovingly at him, and then bending down kissed the splendid coronet as though in reverence of the dead Spanish woman who had borne the man she loved.

Whereat Giovanni stole to her side, and kissed her own dark hair very tenderly.
"I was to tell you that there are a great many more," he said, "which my father will offer you on the wedding--day." Then he kneeled down beside her, and raising the crown from its case, set it with both his hands upon her diadem of braids.
"My princess!" he exclaimed.

"How beautiful you are!" He took the great necklace, and clasped it about her white throat.

"Of course," he said, "you have such splendid jewels of your own, perhaps you hardly care for these and the rest.

But I like to see you with them--it makes me feel that you are really mine." Corona smiled happily, and gently took the coronet from her head, returning it to its case.