Not at all.

Up rises the husband Browning, superior to his mate, and with eyes all fire, holds up the receipt like an heroic rifleman looking to a French invasion at the end of a hundred years.

Blessed be they who keep receipts.

It is a beatitude beyond my reach.
Only I do hope my Tuscan friends of the 'Monitore' are only careless and forgetful in their business habits, and that they didn't think of 'annexing'-- eh, Isa! No, I don't believe it was dishonesty, it might have so very well been oblivion.
May the paper come to-day, that's all.

We get the 'Galignani,' but can't afford to miss our Italian news.