There was not one dissenting voice heard in the universal applause.

Corona had behaved with exemplary decency during the year of her mourning--had lived a life of religious retirement upon her estates in the sole company of a Sister of Charity, had given no cause for scandal in any way.

Everybody aspired to like her--that is to say, to be noticed by her; but with one exception, she had caused no jealousy nor ill-feeling by her indifference, for no one had ever heard her say an unkind word concerning anybody she knew.

Donna Tullia had her own reasons for hating Corona, and perhaps the world suspected them; but people did not connect the noisy Donna Tullia, full of animal spirits and gay silly talk, with the idea of serious hatred, much less with the execution of any scheme of revenge.
Indeed Madame Mayer had not spent the summer and autumn in nursing her wrath against Corona.

She had travelled with the old Countess, her companion, and several times Ugo del Ferice had appeared suddenly at the watering-places which she had selected for her temporary residence.