“Tusk! it tumbles off his head if he refuses to venture something,” was Laura's response.
Vittoria reproached her for injustice.
“No,” Laura said; “he is like a young man for whom his mother has made a match. And he would be very much in love with his bride if he were quite certain of winning her, or rather, if she would come a little more than halfway to meet him. Some young men are so composed. Genoa and Turin say, 'Go and try.' Milan and Venice say, 'Come and have faith in us.' My opinion is that he is quite as much propelled as attracted.”
“This is shameful,” said Vittoria.
“No; for I am quite willing to suspend my judgement. I pray that fortune may bless his arms. I do think that the stir of a campaign, and a certain amount of success will make him in earnest.”
“Can you look on his face and not see pure enthusiasm?”
“I see every feminine quality in it, my dear.”
“What can it be that he is wanting in?”
“Masculine ambition.”
“I am not defending him,” said Vittoria hastily.