'Now, see, my dear Clara, it's over! Dellombra has come and gone,
and your apprehension is broken like glass.'

'Will he - will he ever come again?' asked mistress.

'Again? Why, surely, over and over again! Are you cold?' (she
shivered).

'No, dear - but - he terrifies me: are you sure that he need come
again?'

'The surer for the question, Clara!' replied master, cheerfully.

But, he was very hopeful of her complete recovery now, and grew
more and more so every day. She was beautiful. He was happy.

'All goes well, Baptista?' he would say to me again.

'Yes, signore, thank God; very well.'

We were all (said the Genoese courier, constraining himself to
speak a little louder), we were all at Rome for the Carnival. I
had been out, all day, with a Sicilian, a friend of mine, and a
courier, who was there with an English family. As I returned at
night to our hotel, I met the little Carolina, who never stirred
from home alone, running distractedly along the Corso.

'Carolina! What's the matter?'