Corona laughed; she was not hard-hearted, but she was not so angelic of nature as to be beyond feeling deep and lasting resentment for injuries received.

At that moment the idea of bringing Donna Tullia to justice was pleasant.
"Well," said Giovanni, "no human being can boast of having ever prevented you from doing whatever you were determined to do.

The best thing that can happen will be, that you should find the papers genuine, and my namesake alive.

I wish Aquila were Florence or Naples," he added, turning to Corona; "you might manage to go at the same time." "That is impossible," she answered, sadly.

"How long will you be gone, do you think ?" Giovanni did not believe that, if the papers were genuine, and if they had to search for the man mentioned in them, they could return in less than a fortnight.
"Why not send a detective--a _sbirro_ ?" suggested Corona.
"He could not accomplish anything," replied the Prince.
"He would be at a great disadvantage there; we must go ourselves." "Both ?" asked Corona, regretfully, gazing at Giovanni's face.
"It is my business," replied the latter.