“I am very glad it is so; but how could I not trust you?  I feel much more free, much more confident with you than with my brother himself.  My mother says it is impossible to be mistaken, and that you are certainly an honest man.  Besides, you are not married; that is the first thing I asked my brother.  Do you recollect telling me that you envied the fate of the man who would have me for his wife?  Well, at that very moment I was thinking that your wife would be the happiest woman in Venice.”

These words, uttered with the most candid artlessness, and with that tone of sincerity which comes from the heart, had upon me an effect which it would be difficult to describe; I suffered because I could not imprint the most loving kiss upon the sweet lips which had just pronounced them, but at the same time it caused me the most delicious felicity to see that such an angel loved me.

“With such conformity of feelings,” I said, “we would, lovely C——­, be perfectly happy, if we could be united for ever.  But I am old enough to be your father.”

“You my father?  You are joking!  Do you know that I am fourteen?”

“Do you know that I am twenty-eight?”

“Well, where can you see a man of your age having a daughter of mine?  If my father were like you, he would certainly never frighten me; I could not keep anything from him.”

The hour to go to the theatre had come; we landed, and the performance engrossed all her attention.  Her brother joined us only when it was nearly over; it had certainly been a part of his calculation.  I took them to an inn for supper, and the pleasure I experienced in seeing the charming girl eat with a good appetite made me forget that I had had no dinner.  I hardly spoke during the supper, for love made me sick, and I was in a state of excitement which could not last long.  In order to excuse my silence, I feigned to be suffering from the toothache.

After supper, P——­ C——­ told his sister that I was in love with her, and that I should certainly feel better if she would allow me to kiss her.  The only answer of the innocent girl was to offer me her laughing lips, which seemed to call for kisses.  I was burning; but my respect for that innocent and naive young creature was such that I only kissed her cheek, and even that in a manner very cold in appearance.

“What a kiss!” exclaimed P——­ C——.  “Come, come, a good lover’s kiss!”

I did not move; the impudent fellow annoyed me; but his sister, turning her head aside sadly, said,

“Do not press him; I am not so happy as to please him.”

That remark gave the alarm to my love; I could no longer master my feelings.

“What!” I exclaimed warmly, “what! beautiful C——­, you do not condescend to ascribe my reserve to the feeling which you have inspired me with?  You suppose that you do not please me?  If a kiss is all that is needed to prove the contrary to you, oh! receive it now with all the sentiment that is burning in my heart!”