of breath. He pressed Regina's hand, gasped, and in compliance with his wife's insistence went away to dress. Regina could not make out if he were pleased or not that the Princess was honouring his board. As for herself she was curious, even anxious, to meet a lady of authentic rank, or, at any rate, of wealth, however little flattering her portrait as drawn by Antonio. It did not occur to her that the Princess in question could not be a very exalted personage if she deigned to sup with Arduina!
"She's old and deaf," Antonio had said; "she sets up to be a critic, and patronises, or at least receives visits from, the worst scribblers in Rome. But oh! these authors! They penetrate everywhere like flies. It's a fine thing, genius! - worth even more than money."
"Certainly," Regina had answered, "genius can buy even money; or, at any rate, can despise it!"
"I think we'd better dress, too," said Antonio thoughtfully, and added hastily, "not, of course, for her sake - for our own."
They descended the stair again, and Regina put on her prettiest silk, her lace scarf, her jewelled brooch, her rings. She powdered herself, and, following Antonio's suggestion, puffed her hair a little at the temples.
"That's it," he said approvingly, "you look another girl."
He changed his own attire, and curled his moustache.
"A perfect fop!" laughed Regina; "you intend to captivate the lady with that moustache!"
"Surely you don't imagine any one could fall in love with me? - not even that vecckia corna (scarecrow)!"
