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"Is she any relation of your mother's family, Giovanni?"
"Not that I am aware of. She may have married some younger son of whom I
never heard."
"You do not seem to care whom Orsino knows," said Corona rather
reproachfully.
"Orsino is grown up, dear. You must not forget that."
"Yes--I suppose he is," Corona answered with a little sigh. "But surely
you will not encourage him to cultivate the Del Ferice!"
"I fancy it would take a deal of encouragement to drive him to that,"
said Sant' Ilario with a laugh. "He has better taste."
There was some confusion outside. People were waiting for their
carriages, and as most of them knew each other intimately every one was
talking at once. Donna Tullia nodded here and there, but Maria Consuelo
noticed that her salutations were coldly returned. Orsino and his two
companions stood a little aloof from the crowd. Just then the
Saracinesca carriage drove up.
"Who is that magnificent woman?" asked Maria Consuelo, as Corona got in.
"My mother," said Orsino.


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