woman: expectation was no longer alive. Romola had thrown aside her veil and paused a moment, holding the necklace in sight. Then she said, in that pure voice that used to cheer her father,—
"Tessa!"
Tessa started to her feet and looked round.
"See," said Romola, clasping the beads on Tessa's neck, "God has sent me to you again."
The poor thing screamed and sobbed, and clung to the arms that fastened the necklace. She could not speak. The two children came from their corner, laid hold of their mother's skirts, and looked up with wide eyes at Romola.
That day they all went home to Monna Brigida's, in the Borgo degli Albizzi. Romola had made known to Tessa by gentle degrees, that Naldo could never come to her again; not because he was cruel, but because he was dead.
"But be comforted, my Tessa," said Romola. "I am come to take care of you always. And we have got Lillo and Ninna."
Monna Brigida's mouth twitched in the struggle between her awe of Romola and the desire to speak unseasonably.
"Let be, for the present," she thought; "but it seems to me a thousand years till I tell this little contadina, who seems not to know how many fingers she's got on her hand, who Romola is. And I will tell her some day, else she'll never know her place.
