At last Andrea was able to offer Elena his arm and carry her off.
'I thought I should have died waiting for you! If you had not come I should have gone to find you--anywhere.

When I saw you come in I could scarcely repress a cry.

This is only the second evening I have met you, and yet I feel as if I had loved you for years.

The thought of you and you alone is now the life of my life.' He uttered his burning words of love in a low voice, looking straight before him, and she listened in a similar attitude, apparently quite impassive, almost stony.

Only a sprinkling of people remained in the gallery.