"Eighty-eight; ninety-nine. Goodness! more?"
"Courage!"
"A hundred and ten!"
By the grace of God they had arrived; but before the door was opened, the trembling and panting wife had said bitterly to herself, "Is this where Regina is to live? Never! never!"
The Apartment was suitable and pretty; a real nest in the heart of the city's great forest of stone. Two windows looked out on a garden; the rest on a court none too clean.
Regina declared at once that there was no air and no light, and, in fact, that the rooms would not do at all.
"No air?" repeated Antonio; "no light? I should have said just the opposite! Look! there's a garden down there! And it's so close to my work and in the very centre of the town!"
"No. I want windows on the street."
"Well, then, we'll look for windows on the street; but, mind you, we shan't find a more comfortable little place for our rent."