A good riddance.
No doubt Antonia is still tempting when she is present.

There is a reddish fever in her eyes, and her slenderness sets you on fire.

But I am hardly in harmony with the Italian.

She is particularly engrossed in her private affairs, with which I am not concerned.

Big Victorine, always ready, is worth a hundred of her; or Madame Lacaille, the pensively vicious; though I am equally satiated of her, too.