"We shall probably end by driving to Albano, and staying all night--just fancy! Immense fun--not even a comb in the whole party! Good-bye.

I suppose we shall all meet to-night--that is, if we ever come back to Rome at all.

Come along, Giovanni," she said, familiarly dropping the prefix from his name.

After all, he was a sort of cousin, and people in Rome are very apt to call each other by their Christian names.

But Donna Tullia knew what she was about; she knew that Corona d'Astrardente could never, under any circumstances whatever, call Saracinesca plain "Giovanni." But she had not the satisfaction of seeing that anything she said produced any change in Corona's proud dark face; she seemed of no more importance in the Duchessa's eyes than if she had been a fly buzzing in the sunshine.
So Giovanni and Madame Mayer joined their noisy party, and began to climb into their places upon the drag; but before they were prepared to start, the Astrardente carriage turned and drove rapidly out of the field.