And since I am to be married--what difference does it make ?" She spoke without laying down the volume.

San Miniato pretended to pay no attention to the incident, and slowly rolled a fat cigarette between his fingers to soften it before smoking.

The Marchesa made gestures to Beatrice with an unusual expenditure of energy, but with no effect.
"It seems very interesting," said the latter.

"I had no idea he wrote so well.

It seems to be quite different from Telemaque--more amusing in every way." Then the Marchesa did what she had not done in many years.