But there is still somethings-ah--signorina, can you pardon that I speak these things, but the time is so small--there is fifteen hundred lire yearly revenue to my pocket." "About three hundred dollars," I observed sympathetically.

Count Filgiatti nodded with the smile of a conscious capitalist.

"Then of course," I said, "you won't marry for money." I'm afraid this was a little unkind, but I was quite sure the Count would perceive no irony, and said it for my own amusement.
"_Jamais!_ In Italy you will find that never! The Italian gives always the heart before--before----" "The arrangimento," I suggested softly.
"Indeed, yes.

There is also the seat of the family." "The seat of the family," I repeated.

"Oh--the family seat.