She was evidently waiting to be paid.
"What do I owe you ?" asked Bosio, with a certain considerateness of tone, so to say.
"It is twenty-five lire," answered Giuditta Astarita.

"I have but one price.

Thank you," she added, as he laid the notes upon the polished walnut table.

"Do you wish a few of my cards?
For your friends, perhaps.
I shall be grateful for your patronage." "Thank you," said Bosio, taking his hat and going towards the door.

"I have one of your cards.