In the first place, we have dined once this evening, so that we could not dine again." "We could call it supper," suggested Beatrice.
"Of course we could, if we could eat it at all.

But it is also ten o'clock, and we could not get to Tragara before one or two in the morning.

Lastly, your mother would not go." "Will she go to-morrow ?" asked Beatrice with sudden anxiety.

"Have you asked her ?" "She will go," answered San Miniato confidently.

"We must make her comfortable.