"I am much obliged for your advice.

And now, if you will come with me, you shall see Botti.

He has a room by himself and is very well cared for." The orderlies and nurses who came and went about the hospital glanced with a little discreet surprise at the handsome peasant girl who followed the Superintendent, but she paid no attention to them and looked straight before her, at the back of his head; for her heart was beating faster than if she had run a mile uphill.
Marcello put out his arms when he saw her enter, and returning life sent a faint colour to his emaciated cheeks.
"Regina--at last!" he cried in a stronger and clearer tone than she had ever heard him use.
A splendid blush of pleasure glowed in her own face as she ran forward and leaned over him, smoothing the smooth pillow unconsciously, and looking down into his eyes.
The Superintendent observed that Marcello certainly had no difficulty in recalling the girl's name, whatever might have become of his own during his illness.

What Regina answered was not audible, but she kissed Marcello's eyes, and then stood upright beside the bed, and laughed a little.
"What can I do ?" she asked.

"It is a passion! When I see him, I see nothing else.