“Good morning, signorina,” he said.
“Good morning,” she answered. “Isn’t it a beautiful day?”
“Yes, very lovely, it will be getting cold at home, though.”
“I am going to England soon,” said Violante, with a sort of shy confidence, as she bethought her that here was a chance of satisfying her curiosity.
“Are you?” he said, rather surprised. “How is that?”
“We have an English uncle in London, and he has asked us to go and see him. Mamma was English,” said Violante, with a little unconscious pleasure.
“Ah, yes; so Madame Cellini told me. Do you think you shall like it?”
“Yes,” said Violante, “but I don’t know much about England. I wish you would tell me. I should like to seem like an English girl to my cousins.”
Arthur smiled.
“I don’t know where to begin,” he said, kindly. “Does your uncle live in London?”