"
"Indeed it will!"
Kalmon's brown eyes beamed with pleasure at the thought of taking the
kindly message to the dying girl. He rose to his feet at once.
"There is no one like you," he said, as he took her hand.
"It is nothing. It is what Marcello's mother would have done, and she
was my best friend. All I do is to take the responsibility upon myself,
however Aurora may choose to act. I will send you word, in either case.
If Aurora will not go, I will come myself, if I can be of any use, if it
would make Regina feel happier. I will come, and I will tell her what I
have told you. Good-night, dear friend."
Kalmon was not an emotional man, but as he went out he felt a little
lump in his throat, as if he could not swallow.
He had not doubted his friend's kindness, but he had doubted whether she
would feel that she had a right to "expose her daughter," as the world
would say, to meeting such a "person," as the world called
Regina--"Consalvi's Regina."
CHAPTER XXII
All that night and the following day Regina recognised no one; and it
was night again, and her strength began to fail, but her understanding
returned. Marcello saw the change, and made a sign to the nurse, who
went out to tell Kalmon.
It was about nine o'clock when he entered the room, and Regina knew him
and looked at him anxiously. He, in turn, glanced at Marcello, and she
understood. She begged Marcello to go and get some rest.
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