My mother was a Walloon.

I dearly love her people, and hope that my home may soon be among them." The girl's face had been slightly clouded, but when I spoke lovingly of the Walloons, the dimples again played around her mouth and a smile brightened her eyes.
"I also am a Walloon," she answered; "and your friend?
He surely is not Italian: he is too fair." "The Lombards are fair," I answered, "and the Guelphs, you know, are of Lombardy.

You may have heard of the Houses of Guelph and of Pitti." "I have often heard of them," she answered; then, after a short silence,--"I fear I have asked too many questions." A gentle, apologetic smile lighted her face and won me instantly.

I liked her as much as I admired her.

I knew that she wanted me to speak of Max, so to please her I continued, even against my inclination:-- "My young friend, Sir Maximilian du Guelph, wanted to see the world.