I found her and her mother in the landlady’s room, and as I came in the latter said that she was delighted to see me and that she hoped I would often dine with them. I thanked her briefly and spoke to the girl coolly enough.
“Shew me your room,” said I. She took me there in her mother’s company. “Here is something to make you a winter dress,” said I, shewing her the silk.
“Is this from the marchioness?”
“No, it is from me.”
“But where are the three dresses she said she would give me?”
“You know very well on what conditions you were to have them, so let us say no more about it.”
She unfolded the silk which she liked very much, but she said she must have some trimmings. The Pacienza offered her services, and said she would send for a dressmaker who lived close by. I acquiesced with a nod, and as soon as she had left the room the Signora Laura said she was very sorry only to be able to receive me in the presence of the landlady.
“I should have thought,” said I, “that a virtuous person like you would have been delighted.”
“I thank God for it every morning and night.”
“You infernal old hypocrite!” said I, looking contemptuously at her.