"Come to breakfast at one o'clock.

I am alone, you know, for Sister Gabrielle has insisted upon going back to her community.

But what does it matter now ?" "What does it matter ?" echoed the Prince.

"You are to be married so soon.
I really think we can do as we please." He generally did as he pleased.
The two men left her, and a few minutes later she descended the steps of the palace and entered her carriage, as though nothing had happened.
Six months had passed since she had given her troth to Giovanni upon the tower of Saracinesca, and she knew that she loved him better now than then.

Little had happened of interest in the interval of time, and the days had seemed long.