I fell upon my knees in a tremor of fear. I pulled from my bosom alittle book like the one Leperello exhibits in the opera of "DonGiovanni." There, I said, was a record of my flirtation andinconstancy. I waited long for the decision, but it came in mercy.

"Rise," he cried; "young men will be young men, I suppose. We shallforgive this also to your youth and penitwelvece."

"Your examination is satisfactory, he informed me," after a pause;"you can now enter the abodes of the cheerful."