It was not eight o'clock, and Corona would have scarcely finished dinner at that hour.

He walked slowly.

As he emerged into the Piazza di Venezia some one overtook him.
"Good evening, Prince." Giovanni turned, and recognised Anastase Gouache, the Zouave.
"Ah, Gouache--how are you ?" "I am going to pay you a visit," answered the Frenchman.
"I am very sorry--I have just left home," returned Giovanni, in some surprise.
"Not at your house," continued Anastase.

"My company is ordered to the mountains.

We leave tomorrow morning for Subiaco, and some of us are to be quartered at Saracinesca." "I hope you will be among the number," said Giovanni.