It had not been very hard for him either, for there was a foundation of truth in what he said.

He had not always been a man without heart.
"It is much to have loved twice," said the young girl at last, in a dreamy voice.

She was thinking of what had passed through her mind that afternoon.
"It is much--but not enough.

What has never been lived out, is never enough." "Perhaps--but who could love three times ?" "Any man--and the third might be the best and the strongest, as well as the last." "To me it seems impossible." San Miniato had got his chance and he knew it.

He was nervous and not sure of himself, for he knew very well that she had but a passing attraction for him, beyond the very solid inducement to marry her offered by her fortune.