"You are sublime, to-day. Dead, then, if you please, Prince. Quite dead—but do not say that I was afraid—"
"Afraid? With, a Saracinesca and a Gouache to defend your life, Madame? You are not serious."
Orsino took his hat.
"I shall be back in a quarter of an hour," he said, as he bowed and went out.
Madame d'Aragona watched his tall young figure till he disappeared.
"He does not lack spirit, your young friend," she observed.
"No member of that family ever did, I think," Gouache answered. "They are a remarkable race."
"And he is the only son?"
"Oh no! He has three younger brothers."
"Poor fellow! I suppose the fortune is not very large."