Here the ambassador struck in, taking the ball on the hop:
“Between friends,” said he, “you can get yourself the enjoyment of those charms, if you are willing to sacrifice a sum of money—not too much, either, but you must have the key.”
“Do you think you have it?”
“No, I am sure; and had less trouble than you might suppose.”
“If you are sure; I congratulate you, and doubt no more. I envy your fortune, for I don’t believe a more perfect beauty could be found in all the convents of Venice.”
“There you are wrong. Mother M—— M——, at—— in Muran, is certainly handsomer.”
“I have heard her talked of and I have seen her once, but I do not think it possible that she can be procured for money.”
“I think so,” said he, laughing, “and when I think I mostly have good reasons.”
“You surprise me; but all the same I don’t mind betting you are deceived.”
“You would lose. As you have only seen her once, I suppose you would not recognize her portrait?”