It would be--well--very informal, to say the least.
Poor Gianluca! My poor boy! If you would only be satisfied to marry your cousin Vittoria, it would be a question of days! Of course--I understand--her complexion is an obstacle," he added reflectively.

"It will probably improve, however." No one answered him, Taquisara broke the silence, after a pause.
"You must either speak to the Princess Corleone," he said, "or Gianluca must speak to Donna Veronica for himself." Gianluca said nothing to him, but by a glance he reminded his friend of his former attempt.

So they came to no conclusion, though it was clear that Veronica now liked Gianluca quite enough, in their opinion, to marry him at once.

But he himself, remembering his discomfiture, knew that the time had not yet come, though he had hopes that it might not be far off.

On that very day he went to Bianca's villa, and stayed an unreasonably long time, in the hope that Ghisleri might appear, for he found Bianca and Veronica alone.