The old Prince put his arms tenderly around his new daughter and kissed her; and for the second time in the course of this history, it is to be recorded that two tears stole silently down his brown cheeks to his grey beard.

Then he embraced Giovanni, whose face was pale and earnest.
"This is not the end of our living together, _padre mio,_" he said.

"We shall expect you before long at Saracinesca." "Yes, my boy," returned the old man; "I will come and see you after Easter.

But do not stay if it is too cold; I have a little business to attend to in Rome before I join you," he added, with a grim smile.
"I know," replied Giovanni, a savage light in his black eyes.

"If you need help, send to me, or come yourself." "No fear of that, Giovannino; I have got a terrible helper.