The Prince, her father, after boxing her ears, it was rumoured, and narrowly escaping an attack of apoplexy as the result of a frightful fit of anger, had, all at once, yielded to her quiet, gentle stubbornness, and consented to her marriage with Lieutenant Attilio, the son of Minister Sacco.

And all the drawing-rooms of Rome, those of the white world quite as much as those of the black, were thoroughly upset by the tidings.
Count Prada made merry over the affair.

"Ah! you'll see a fine sight!" he exclaimed.

"Personally, I'm delighted with it all for the sake of my good cousin Attilio, who is really a very nice and worthy fellow.

And nothing in the world would keep me from going to see my dear uncle Sacco make his entry into the ancient _salons_ of the Buongiovanni.