The priest, with his feverish impatience, once more referred to the audience which he was to have that evening.

It was now barely two o'clock, and he had seven more hours to wait.

How should he employ that endless afternoon?
Thereupon Benedetta good-naturedly made him a proposal.

"I'll tell you what," said she, "as we are all in such good spirits we mustn't leave one another.

Dario has his victoria, you know.