Verona is better.

But, best of all, Mediolanum.

There, if he will listen to me, my brother shall have his palace and his court--as they say some of the emperors did, I know not how long ago.' Still gazing at the far distance, Veranilda murmured: 'I never saw the city nearer than this.' 'I would no one might ever look upon it again!' cried Athalfrida, her blue eyes dark with anger and her cheeks hot.

'I would that the pestilence, which haunts its streets, might make it desolate, and that the muddy river, which ever and again turns it into a swamp, would hide its highest palace under an eternal flood.' Veranilda averted her face and kept silence.

Thereupon the other seemed to repent of having spoken so vehemently.
'Well, that's how I feel sometimes,' she said, in a voice suddenly gentle.