“What will my mother say to-morrow evening, when she sees you?”
“She will say that you are silly to marry a stranger whom you have only known for a week. Have you told her my name, my nation, my condition, and my age?”
“I wrote to her as follows:
“‘Dear mamma, come directly and sign my marriage contract with a gentleman introduced to me by the duke, with whom I shall be leaving for Rome on Monday next.’”
“My letter ran thus,” said the duke,
“‘Come without delay, and sign your daughter’s marriage contract, and give her your blessing. She has wisely chosen a husband old enough to be her father; he is a friend of mine.’”
“That’s not true,” cried Leonilda, rushing to my arms, “she will think you are really old, and I am sorry.”
“Is your mother an elderly woman?”
“She’s a charming woman,” said the duke, “full of wit, and not thirty-eight yet.”
“What has she got to do with Galiani?”