"We will find a remedy.

For the present Tista can come to my house.

There is the little room Where the man-servant sleeps, who is gone to see his sick wife in the country.

The Cardinal will not mind." "But you are not going like tins ?" cried the stout lady, grasping Gianbattista's arm and looking into his face with an expression of forlorn bewilderment.

"You cannot go to-day--it is impossible, Tista--your shirts are not even ironed! Oh dear I oh dear! And I had anticipated a feast because I was sure that Marzio would see reason before midday, and there are chickens for dinner--with rice, Tista, just as you like them--oh, you cannot go, Tista, I cannot let you go!" "Courage, Maria Luisa," exhorted Don Paolo.