"There will be a quarrel--I know you--and a quarrel about her." "Why should we quarrel ?" asked Taquisara.

"I will congratulate him on his betrothal.

I know him well enough for that, and in the course of conversation something may appear which we do not know.

Besides, if I go to the house, I may possibly meet Donna Veronica; if I do, I shall soon know everything, for I will speak to her of you.

I know her." "One sees that you are not a Neapolitan," said Gianluca, smiling faintly.
"No," answered the other, "I am not." And he laughed with a sort of quiet consciousness of strength which his friend secretly envied.