You will live to believe it is there that all begins.

Now let me go.' Severi shook his head sadly; she was so unapproachably good, he thought--what chance had a mere man like himself of really understanding her splendid, saintly delusion?
Pica had turned the key on the outside and had taken it out, obeying his orders; but Giovanni had another like it in his pocket and now unlocked and opened the door.

The nun went out, drawing her black hood quite over her head so that it concealed her face, and Giovanni followed her downstairs and held an umbrella over her while she got into the carriage, for it was still raining.
'Good-night,' he said, as Pica shut the door.
He did not hear her answer and the brougham drove away.

When he could no longer see the lights, he went upstairs again, and after he had shut the door he stood a long time just where she had stood last.

The revolver was still on the chair under the bright electric light.