Orso was quite close to her, and was looking at her curiously.
"Are you Orso Antonio della Rebbia ?" said she in a tremulous voice.

"I am Colomba." "Colomba!" cried Orso.
And taking her in his arms he kissed her tenderly, somewhat to the surprise of the colonel and his daughter--but in England people do not kiss each other in the street.
"Brother," said Colomba, "you must forgive me for having come without your permission.

But I heard from our friends that you had arrived, and it is such a great consolation to me to see you." Again Orso kissed her.

Then, turning to the colonel: "This is my sister," said he, "whom I never should have recognised if she had not told me her name--Colomba--Colonel Sir Thomas Nevil--colonel, you will kindly excuse me, but I can not have the honour of dining with you to-day.

My sister--" "But, my dear fellow, where the devil do you expect to dine?
You know very well there is only one dinner in this infernal tavern, and we have bespoken it.