"I'm rather tired of churches," said the matron in her deep voice "we've seen such a lot of them in France."
"Oh, France isn't in it with Italy in that line," observed Angus, in his slangy way. "There are more churches than public-houses here."
"Well, that's a very good thing," replied Victoria.
"I should think so, considering how thin the wines are," retorted Macjean, pausing before a variegated kind of arcade; "but look here--this is the market."
"Oh, how pretty!" cried Victoria, noting the picturesque colouring of the different piles of fruit--"just like a scene out of Romeo and Juliet."
"And there is Juliet said the Master wickedly, waving his stick in the direction of a ponderous female who was leaning from a projecting iron balcony chattering to a lady below with shrill volubility over some skinny-looking poultry.
"Juliet in her old age buying Romeo's dinner," replied Victoria, serenely. "Don't, please, take the romance out of everything."
"No; I leave that to Gartney."
"Horrid man!" said the girl, viciously; "he would disillusionise an angel."
"There are one or two things, my dear Victoria," observed Mrs. Trubbles at this moment--"there are one or two things I should like to take home with me as a kind of mementum of Italy. A fan or a shell-box--you know, dear; a box with 'A Present from Como' on it. Now, what is the Italian for 'A Present from Como'?"