And so one did as he said." "Well, that's nice," retorted Benedetta with comical indignation.

"What _gourmands_ my uncle and Dario are to regale themselves without us! They might have given us a share!" Donna Serafina thereupon intervened, and asked Victorine: "You are speaking, are you not, of that priest who used to come to the villa at Frascati ?" "Yes, yes, Abbe Santobono his name is, he officiates at the little church of St.Mary in the Fields.

He always asks for Abbe Paparelli when he calls; I think they were at the seminary together.

And it was Abbe Paparelli who brought him to the pantry with his basket last night.

To tell the truth, the basket was forgotten there in spite of all the injunctions, so that nobody would have eaten the figs to-day if Abbe Paparelli hadn't run down just now and carried them upstairs as piously as if they were the Blessed Sacrament.