He had seen the blush, so rare a sight that there was not another man in Rome who had seen it.

He had not time to think what it meant.

"It is only about myself," he went on.

"My father wants me to marry; he insists that I should marry Donna Tullia--Madame Mayer." "Well ?" asked Corona.

She shivered; a moment before, she had been oppressed with the heat.