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"Excuse me, Signora! But that girl--that girl who passed by just
now--"
"My servant, Peppina."
He stared at her.
"Your servant, Signora?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what she is, where she comes from? But no, it is
impossible."
"I know all about Peppina, Marchese," Hermione replied, quietly.
"Truly? Ah!"
His large round eyes were still fixedly staring at her.
"Good-bye, Signora!" he said. "Thank you for a very charming
colazione. And I shall look forward with all my heart to the evening
you have kindly suggested."
"I shall write directly I have arranged with Don Emilio."
"Thank you! Thank you! A rivederci, Signora."
He cast upon her one more gravely staring look, and was gone.
When he was outside and alone, he threw up his hands and talked to
himself for a moment, uttering many exclamations. In truth, he was
utterly amazed. Maria Fortunata had spread abroad diligently the fame
of her niece's beauty, and the Marchesino, like the rest of the gay
young men of Naples, had known of and had misjudged her.


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