Though the guardianship had expired, he still felt it his duty to watch his former ward's expenditure.

And he was not charitable--no, it had always been a cause of regret to Matilde that Gregorio, with all his good qualities, was hard to poor people.

Bosio had been different.
Ah--poor Bosio! She spoke gently, and sometimes there was a true ring in her voice which Veronica heard and understood, for it was quite genuine.

And now, she seemed tired and weak--she who was so strong.
So they went to Veronica's room, and Elettra brought the tea things, and Matilde made tea, and they both drank it, and talked a little more, and gave the Maltese cat milk in a saucer, on the lower shelf of the little two-storied tea-table.
Afterwards, Matilde went away to her room, and Veronica remained alone after Elettra had taken away the things.
Before dinner, Elettra came and told her mistress that the countess was suddenly taken very ill, and was crying aloud with the pain she suffered.

Veronica hastily went to her aunt, and found that a doctor had already come and was making her swallow olive oil out of a full tumbler.
A servant followed her into the room with a plate full of raw eggs, and the doctor was asking for magnesia.