“Is he rich?”

“Well, not in pounds; but he’s a millionaire in these Italian lire. We shall live like princes,—Italian princes, bien entendu.”

“But when were you married?”

“Day before yesterday; to-day’s the first time I’ve taken off the locket.”

“And where?”

“In Venice. Oh, ’twas like heaven, being paddled to church.”

“And now you’re—”

“Signora La Francesca.”

“Well, I declare!”

Rosina leaned back, staring helplessly. Finally she said: