“Your comparison. You may not compare them at all.”
“May not compare what?”
“The bridge and the Lion. The bridge is a part of life out of the Middle Ages, and the Lion is a masterpiece of Thorwaldsen.”
Rosina simply stared at him.
“Is that what you have been thinking of all this long time?” she asked in astonishment.
“Was it so long?”
“I thought so.”
“What did you think of in that so long time?”
She told him about the bank, and the Englishman on the Gotthardbahn, and her dress. He smiled.
“How drôle a woman is!” he murmured, half to himself.