He hoped their Excellencies were pleased.

He was most touched--touched to the heart, that they liked the macaroni.

Were their Excellencies going to Vesuvius?
There was a slight eruption; they could not see it where they were, but it was pretty, and would be prettier still after sunset.
"A capital idea!" cried Mervale.

"What say you, Glyndon ?" "I have not yet seen an eruption; I should like it much." "But is there no danger ?" asked the prudent Mervale.
"Oh, not at all; the mountain is very civil at present.

It only plays a little, just to amuse their Excellencies the English." "Well, order the horses, and bring the bill; we will go before it is dark.