No, no, rather let me encourage the feeling that there is no room for hope." "It is impossible to make any impression upon her," said the duenna, in a disappointed manner, and as if she were resolved to cease her efforts and to abandon the young girl to her grief.
The silence was broken by the sound of voices in the hall.
"I hear the voice of the Signor Deodati," said the duenna; "perhaps he brings tidings." Mary rose quickly to descend; but Petronilla wished to detain her, saying: "My child, in pity to a sorrowing old man, restrain your grief.

Control yourself, Mary, for yesterday each word you uttered pierced the heart of the poor Deodati like a dagger.

It would be cruel and guilty in you to cause his tears to flow anew; at his age such affliction wears down the strength and shortens life." "No, Petronilla, I will hide my feelings, and I will appear hopeful.

I saw that the old man was overpowered by anxiety and trouble.

Trust me, Petronilla, and let me go; I must know from the Signor Deodati if he has received any information." The duenna accompanied the young girl to the door of the room where Mr.
Van de Werve and Signor Deodati were conversing together, but she let her enter alone.
As soon as Mary's eye fell on the old man, and she read in his face the sorrow of his soul, she uttered a stifled cry of anguish.