CHAPTER XXX.
Even old Saracinesca's iron strength was in need of rest when, at the end of forty-eight hours, he again entered his son's rooms, and threw himself upon the great divan.
"How is Corona ?" was his first question.
"She is very anxious about you," returned Giovanni, who was himself considerably disturbed.
"We will go and set her mind at rest as soon as I have had something to eat," said his father.
"It is all right, then?
It was just as I said--a namesake ?" "Precisely.

Only the namesake happens to be a cousin--the last of the San Giacinto, who keeps an inn in Aquila.

I saw him, and shook hands with him." "Impossible!" exclaimed Giovanni.

"They are all extinct--" "There has been a resurrection," returned the Prince.

He told the whole story of his journey, graphically and quickly.
"That is a very extraordinary tale," remarked Giovanni, thoughtfully.
"So, if I die without children the innkeeper will be prince." "Precisely.