I really thought she had more sense!"
"I am sure, Signor Quinto, she has not had one bit of pleasure all
this Carnival. A nun couldn't have lived a quieter life, nor more
shut up than she has. With the exception of the old gentleman and
the Marchese Ludovico, she has never seen a soul!"
The old gentleman thus alluded to, it may be necessary to explain,
was the Marchese Lamberto. "And where's the use of never seeing a
single soul, if she throws all that she has gained by it away in
this manner?"
"Why, Santa Virgine, Signor Quinto! Where's the harm? Isn't the
Signor Ludovico the old one's own nephew?" expostulated Gigia
shrilly.
"The old one, as you call him, is not a bit the more likely to like
it for that. It is just the very last thing she should have done. I
do wonder she should not have more sense," grumbled Quinto.
"Misericordia! why what a piece of work about nothing! The old
gentleman will never know anything about it, you may be very sure.
He is safe enough in bed and asleep after his late hours, you may
swear. Besides, it's both best and honestest to begin as you mean to
go on, and accustom him to what he's got to expect," said Gigia,
fighting loyally for her side.
"All very well in good time. But it would be as well for Bianca to
make sure first what she has got to expect.
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