On the other hand, to refuse would seem almost an affectation: she was not in Rome, where her every movement was a subject for remark; moreover, she was not only a married woman, but a widow, and she had known Giovanni for years--it would be ridiculous to refuse.
"Very well," said she.

"Let us see the view before it is too late." Sister Gabrielle and old Saracinesea sat down on a stone seat upon the rampart to wait, and the Duchessa disappeared with Giovanni through the low door that led into the great tower.
"What a wonderful woman you are!" exclaimed Giovanni, as they reached the top of the winding stair, which was indeed broader than the staircase of many great houses in Rome.

"You seem to be never tired." "No--I am very strong," answered Corona, with a smile.

She was not even out of breath.

"What a wonderful view!" she exclaimed, as they emerged upon the stone platform at the top of the tower.