The good woman saw it, and advised a little change--anything, an excursion of a day for instance.

Corona, she said, was too young to lead this life.
Her mind leaped at the idea.

It was but half a day's ride, he had said; she would climb those hills and look down upon Saracinesca--only once.
She might perhaps meet some peasant, and by a careless inquiry she would learn whether he was there--or would be there in the summer.

No one would know; and besides, Sister Gabrielle had said that an excursion would do Corona good.

Sister Gabrielle had probably never heard that Saracinesca was so near, and she certainly would not guess that the Duchessa had any interest in its lord.