But he intended to be master in that palace, and as she had made the same resolution it was not improbable that they might come to blows.
Before leaving the signora he arranged a little table before her and begged to know what he should bring her.

She was quite indifferent, she said--nothing--anything.

It was now she felt the misery of her position, now that she must be left alone.

Well, a little chicken, some ham, and a glass of champagne.
Mr.Slope had to explain, not without blushing for his patron, that there was no champagne.
Sherry would do just as well.

And then Mr.Slope descended with the learned Miss Trefoil on his arm.