Corona rose.

The old man came in first, followed by his son.
"An unexpected pleasure," he said, gaily.

"Such good luck! We were both at home.

Ah, Donna Tullia," he cried, seeing Madame Mayer, "how are you ?" Then seeing her face, he added, suddenly, "Is anything the matter ?" Meanwhile Giovanni had entered, and stood by Corona's side near the fireplace.

He saw at once that something was wrong, and he looked anxiously from the Duchessa to Donna Tullia.