gentleman--_un galant'uomo_! In that way you have shown yourself to be
a real _galant'uomo_. But I must consider your proposal.'

'There's no time to lose, dear Signor Ci ... cippa ...'

'Tola,' the old man chimed in. 'I ask only for one hour for
reflection.... The daughter of my benefactor is involved in this....
And, therefore, I ought, I am bound, to reflect!... In an hour, in
three-quarters of an hour, you shall know my decision.'

'Very well; I will wait.'

'And now ... what answer am I to give to Signorina Gemma?'

Sanin took a sheet of paper, wrote on it, 'Set your mind at rest, dear
friend; in three hours' time I will come to you, and everything shall
be explained. I thank you from my heart for your sympathy,' and handed
this sheet to Pantaleone.

He put it carefully into his side-pocket, and once more repeating 'In
an hour!' made towards the door; but turning sharply back, ran up to
Sanin, seized his hand, and pressing it to his shirt-front, cried,
with his eyes to the ceiling: 'Noble youth! Great heart! (_Nobil
giovanotto! Gran cuore!_) permit a weak old man (_a un vecchiotto!_)
to press your valorous right hand (_la vostra valorosa destra!_)' Then
he skipped back a pace or two, threw up both hands, and went away.

Sanin looked after him ... took up the newspaper and tried to read.
But his eyes wandered in vain over the lines: he understood nothing.