Nino disdained to answer me, but he looked savagely from under the brim of his hat.
"Look here," I continued, "women like that are only made to be looked at.

They never love, for they have no hearts.

It is lucky if they have souls, like Christians." "I will tell you what I think," said he stoutly; "she is an angel." "Oh! is that all?
Did you ever hear of an angel being married ?" "You shall hear of it, Sor Cornelio, and before long.

I swear to you, here, that I will marry the Contessina di Lira--if that is her name--before two years are out.

Ah, you do not believe me.