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Rh '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