At Sondrio I took her papa aside, and, without telling him what had happened, questioned him about his impressions of Franzenshohe.

'You remember the little bridge,' he said, 'that we were all afraid to cross; by Jove! I have often wondered who that girl was that ventured over it first.' "I hastened away from him to think.

My fears had been confirmed.

It was not she who had first crossed the plank.

Therefore it was not she with whom I had fallen in love.