"I do not see that there is anything extraordinary in the Prince's proposal." "My Sister," returned Saracinesca, "you are on the way to saintship; you already enjoy the beatific vision; you see with a heavenly perspicuity." "It is a charming proposition," said Corona; "but in that case you will have to come down the day before." She was a little embarrassed.
"We will not invade the cloister," answered the Prince.

"Giovanni and I will spend the night in concocting pretty speeches, and will appear armed with them at dawn before your gates." "There is room in Astrardente," replied Corona.

"You shall not lack hospitality for a night.

When will you come ?" "To-morrow evening, if you please.

A good thing should be done quickly, in order not to delay doing it again." "Do you think I would go again ?" Saracinesca fixed his black eyes on Corona's, and gazed at her some seconds before he answered.
"Madam," he said at last, very gravely, "I trust you will come again and stay longer." "You are very good," returned Corona, quietly.