“Last week. Your cousin wrote me.”
Rosina’s face was a study, but finally she began to laugh.
“Molly, I have been tricked and deceived at every turn by those two men. Just listen while I tell you all about it.”
Molly listened and was told all about it, from the Isar to the Mediterranean, the roof of Milan’s cathedral included.
“You wouldn’t believe it, would you?” the heroine of all concluded when she paused, altogether out of breath.
“Yes, I would. Because really I never saw two people so tremendously in love before.”
“And you thought I—cared for him when we were there in Zurich?”
“I didn’t think; I could see it with my eyes shut.”
“Sure! and as to him—” the signora shrugged her shoulders expressively.