"Certainly," Regina had answered, "genius can buy even money; or, at any rate, can despise it!"
"I think we'd better dress, too," said Antonio thoughtfully, and added hastily, "not, of course, for her sake—for our own."
They descended the stair again, and Regina put on her prettiest silk, her lace scarf, her jewelled brooch, her rings. She powdered herself, and, following Antonio's suggestion, puffed her hair a little at the temples.
"That's it," he said approvingly, "you look another girl."
He changed his own attire, and curled his moustache.
"A perfect fop!" laughed Regina; "you intend to captivate the lady with that moustache!"
"Surely you don't imagine any one could fall in love with me?—not even that 'vecchia corna' (scarecrow)!"
"I fell in love with you!"
He caught her and kissed her.