Antonio was leaning against the railing, the beautiful lady standing near.

Mrs.Landry had sunk into a chair beside her daughter.

No other people were upon the terrace.
"Prince Caravacioli has been speaking of you," said Poor Jr., very quietly.
"Ah ?" said I.
"I listened to what he said; then I told him that you were my friend, and that I considered it fair that you should hear what he had to say.
I will repeat what he said, Ansolini.

If I mistake anything, he can interrupt me." Antonio laughed, and in such a way, so sincerely, so gaily, that I was frightened.
"Very good!" he cried.

"I am content.