I knew not that the padre guardiano of St.Apollinare was a Venetian.

I came only to copy these pictures for my employer." "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful are the ways of God! Paolina Foscarelli, daughter of Jacopo and Paolina, I Fabiano---" "Look, padre min!" cried Paolina, suddenly and sharply, turning very pale, and grasping the parapet rung of the scaffolding as she spoke, "look! in the bagarino there on the road, just passing the church; certainly that must be the Signor Marchese Ludovico!--And with him--that lady ?--yes, it is--it certainly is La Lalli--the prima donna, who has been singing at the theatre this Carnival." She pointed as she spoke to a bagarino that had just passed the western front of the church, and was now moving along the bit of road visible from the high window at which the monk and Paolina were standing.
The tone in which she spoke caused the friar to look at her first, before turning his glance in the direction to which she pointed.

She was pale, and evidently much moved, after a fashion that, taken together with the nature of the objects to which she drew his attention, and the fact that it was the Marchese Ludovico who had come to St.Apollinare to make the arrangements needed for the artist's work there, left but little doubt in the old man's mind as to the nature of her emotion.
He looked shrewdly and earnestly into her face for a moment; and then turning his eyes to the stretch of road below, answered her: "Certainly, my daughter, that is the Marchese Ludovico.

The lady I never saw before as far as I am aware.

They are going towards Cervia." "No! See, father! They are turning off from the road to the left.