“Doubtless, the Lady Giulia lacks your skill in the mixture of colours,” said the complaisant waiting-woman.
“And then, too, what a mien!—no royalty in it! She moved along the hall, so that her train well nigh tripped her every moment; and then she said, with a foolish laugh, ‘These holyday robes are but troublesome luxuries.’ Troth, for the great there should be no holyday robes; ‘tis for myself, not for others, that I would attire! Every day should have its new robe, more gorgeous than the last;—every day should be a holyday!”
“Methought,” said Lucia, “that the Lord Giovanni Orsini seemed very devoted to my Lady.”
“He! the bear!”
“Bear, he may be! but he has a costly skin. His riches are untold.”
“And the fool knows not how to spend them.”
“Was not that the young Lord Adrian who spoke to you just by the columns, where the music played?”
“It might be,—I forget.”
“Yet, I hear that few ladies forget when Lord Adrian di Castello woos them.”
“There was but one man whose company seemed to me worth the recollection,” answered Nina, unheeding the insinuation of the artful handmaid.