She walked no less quickly and firmly through the wide hall and up the stairs, than she had spoken, and again he was vividly reminded of his friend in Rome.
The old Italian had also followed Henrica with his eyes.

As she vanished at the last bend of the broad steps, he shrugged his shoulders, turned to the musician and said, with an expression of honest sympathy: "The young lady isn't well.

Always in a tumult; always like a loaded pistol, and these terrible headaches too! She was different when she came here." "Is she ill ?" "My mistress won't see it," replied the servant.

"But what the cameriera and I see, we see.

Now red--now pale, no rest at night, at table she scarcely eats a chicken-wing and a leaf of salad." "Does the doctor share your anxiety ?" "The doctor?
Doctor Fleuriel isn't here.