But further, I wish to tell you that he set aside a sum out of what he left Beatrice, to be her dowry--just a trifle, you know, to be paid to her husband on the marriage, as is customary.

But all the remainder, compared with which the dowry itself is insignificant, does not pass into her hands until she is of age, and of course remains entirely in her control." "I understand," said San Miniato in a tone which betrayed some nervousness in spite of his best efforts to be calm, for he had assuredly not understood before.
"Of course you understand, dearest friend," answered the Marchesa.

"You are so clever and you have such a good head for affairs, which I never had.

I assure you I never could understand anything about money.

It is all so mysterious and complicated! Give me one of your cigarettes, I am quite exhausted with talking." "I think you do yourself injustice, dearest Marchesa," said San Miniato, offering her his open case.