" He knows you." "He is welcome,"

He-body of Bacchus ! I may as well out with it at once. Ho asks you in marriage."

She looked up, laughing somewhat nervously. "I am much obliged," she said. " Who is he V

" A man older than Tonio Moretti, and better off—a rich man in fact. What you women call 'agood match."'

" One of your customers, little uucle ?" "No; a stranger." "But it is ridiculous t" "You are sure you know nothing of him ?"

" I never heard of him in my life." " Still you must have secu him. Think, my child—you showed some travellers over the Arena, the other day." . . . "She looked startled". A doubt Hashed across her. Yet he said "a rich man." Wo ; it was impossible. Her Komeo was as poor as herself.
