The Italian was speaking.
"Nellie," he said, "you will drive me mad.

But listen, carissima.

If I may not love you, I can at least defend you.

David Hume-Frazer, the man who murdered my wife's brother, has returned, and openly boasts that you are waiting to marry him." "Boasts! To whom, pray ?" "To me.

I heard him say this not fifteen minutes since." "Where?
You do not know him.