She was but an _amorosa_--nothing more; he pleased her; she had set her heart on him--him and none other.

She would have waited twenty years for him, but she relied on winning him at once by quiet stubbornness of will.

People declared that the terrible fury of the Prince, her father, had proved impotent against her respectful, obstinate silence.

He, man of mixed blood as he was, son of an American woman, and husband of an English woman, laboured but to retain his own name and fortune intact amidst the downfall of others; and it was rumoured that as the result of a quarrel which he had picked with his wife, whom he accused of not sufficiently watching over their daughter, the Princess had revolted, full not only of the pride of a foreigner who had brought a huge dowry in marriage, but also of such plain, frank egotism that she had declared she no longer found time enough to attend to herself, let alone another.

Had she not already done enough in bearing him five children?
She thought so; and now she spent her time in worshipping herself, letting Celia do as she listed, and taking no further interest in the household through which swept stormy gusts.
However, the carriage was again about to pass the Buongiovanni mansion, and Dario forewarned Pierre.