But Geronimo! poor Geronimo!" At these words her fortitude forsook her; she covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly; her tears fell like bright pearls upon the marble floor.
For some moments Mr.Van de Werve contemplated his daughter with ever-increasing pity; then overcome by the sight of her grief, he took her hand, and tenderly pressing it, he said to her: "Cheer up, my dear Mary, do not weep.

We will see what answer the Signor Deodati will return to the conditions I will propose to him.

Geronimo is of noble birth; if his uncle will consent to bestow upon him a suitable fortune, your desires shall be fulfilled." "But, dear father," said the still weeping girl, "that depends upon the magnitude of your demands.

If you ask impossibilities of the Signor Deodati--" "No, no, have no anxiety," said Mr.Van de Werve, interrupting her.

"I will endeavor to fulfil my duty as a father, and at the same time to spare you any future sorrow.