“I assure you, madame, I only tell you what I think.”
“Oh, what a delightful place Palermo is!” said the countess, taking a deep inspiration.
“Especially when one is two-and-twenty years of age, and rich and beautiful,” continued Teresa, smiling.
“You have but completed my thoughts, and on that account I wish to see every one about me cheerful and happy. When is your marriage to take place, Teresa?” Teresa made no answer. “Is not Sunday the day fixed upon?” continued the countess.
“Yes, signora,” answered her attendant with a sigh.
“Why do you sigh? Have you not made up your mind?”
“Oh, yes, certainly.”
“Have you any dislike to the marriage!”
“No; I believe Gaetano is a good lad, and that he will make me happy. Besides, this marriage will enable me to remain with madame la comtesse, and that is my most earnest wish.”
“Then why did you sigh?”