I marvelled at Bettina (who was always ready to enjoy a good laugh) having sufficient control over herself to remain calm and grave.

Doctor Gozzi had also given way to merriment; but begged that the farce should come to an end, for he deemed that his father's eccentricities were as many profanations against the sacredness of exorcism.

At last the exorcist, doubtless tired out, went to bed saying that he was certain that the devil would not disturb his daughter during the night.
On the morrow, just as we had finished our breakfast, Father Mancia made his appearance.

Doctor Gozzi, followed by the whole family, escorted him to his sister's bedside.

As for me, I was entirely taken up by the face of the monk.