Simon Turchi looked down, as if in despair.

Deodati covered his face with his hands.
A cry of anguish escaped the young girl, and she glanced in turns at her father, Deodati, Turchi, and the bailiff; but they each seemed anxious to avoid her eye.
"Go to your room, Mary," said Mr.Van de Werve.
"Give me this proof of affection.

Ask nothing." The young girl, struck by these evidences of some misfortune, ran to her father and exclaimed, joining her hands: "Speak, father, and tell me what has happened.

Leave me not in this terrible suspense.

Tell me that they have not found Geronimo's dead body.
Alas! he is dead! Is it not so ?" Throwing her arms around her father's neck, she wept bitterly, conjuring him to tell her the cause of their emotion.
Without giving her any explanation, Mr.Van de Werve attempted to lead his daughter out of the room; but she, like one crazed by grief, released her hand from her father's, fell upon her knees before Turchi, and exclaimed: "By the love you bore him, signor, take pity on me and tell me what has happened to him.