You see, you are not likely to set eyes on him for a day or two.
You may go home and tell your mother the news, if she has not heard it already.

It will be sauce for her chickens." Lucia leaned upon the chair during this speech, her black eyes growing wider and wider, and her face turning whiter at every word.

To her it seemed, in this first moment, like a hopeless separation from the man she loved.

With a sudden movement she sprang forward, and fell on her knees at Marzio's feet.
"Oh, my father, I beseech you, in the name of heaven," she cried wildly.
"It is not of the slightest use," answered Marzio, drawing back.

Lucia knelt for one moment before him, with upturned face, an expression of imploring despair on her features.