"His laundress is following him with a change of linen, I suppose, or it's a scent-bottle.

He's an admirable representative of the Lombard metropolis!" Corte drawled out the words in prodigious mimicry.

"If Milan has nothing better to send than such a fellow, we'll finish without her, and shame the beast that she is.

She has been always a treacherous beast!" "Poor Milan!" sighed the Chief; "she lies under the beak of the vulture, and has twice been devoured; but she has a soul: she proves it.

Ammiani, too, will prove his value.