I heard it last night at the Pallavicinis', from a lady, a great friend of yours--give you my word!' Andrea turned on his heel with a gesture of impatience.
'_Bonne chance_!' cried the duke.
Andrea entered the portico.

In reality he was delighted and flattered that such a report should be circulated already.

Grimiti's words had suddenly revived his courage like a draught of some cordial.

As he mounted the steps, his hopes rose high.

He waited for a moment at the door to allow his excitement to calm down a little.