"That is my name, too.

I suppose that is why you did not want to tell me.

But you must not be afraid of me, Ruggiero.

If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do it.
Is it money you need?
I will give you some." "It is not money." "What is it, then ?" "Love--and a miracle." His answers came lower and lower, and he looked at the ground, suffering as he had never suffered and yet indescribably happy in speaking with her, and in seeing the interest she felt in him.

But his brain was beginning to reel.