decision can so completely alter one's whole life. Therefore I do not believe in chance in such things."
"It has been a blessing for both of us," I exclaimed, "and blessed be the place. I will now show you where I sat, over there, outside the little Café Torniamenti, between the columns. Do you see, just there where the gentleman, no, not the old one, but the one who is now getting up and is paying the waiter"
I felt myself kept back by a sudden grip on my arm.
Minna had stopped and stared—But, good God, with what an expression upon her face! She was not pale, but her eyes were unnaturally open—Macbeth might have looked on Banquo's ghost in that way when the courtier showed him to his seat.
I followed this look to the spot to which I had myself directed it.
The gentleman, who had paid the waiter, looked towards us and quickly raised his high silk hat.
