"I, also," added the Dane.
"We go anywhere," replied the Roman and the Venetian.
"As for me," declared the Muscovite, "I am obliged to wander, because I cannot return to 'la sainte Russie' until"--
"Until the tempest explodes there," finished the Dane. "Was not that what you intended to say?" added he.
The Moscovite made an affirmative gesture.
"As for me, I shall prolong my voyage," murmured the Galician. "I wish to see Italy thoroughly."
"Then we are all bound for Genoa," resumed the lady; "this Genoa 'la superba,' that we can already catch a glimpse of here, and which I am anxious to reach."
"Madame, do not complain of the length of the route," observed the Jew. "The true happiness of life is in knowing where one aims to be, and then going slowly toward it. Genoa the beautiful is more beautiful at a distance than when near. The journey from here is ravishing."
"I know something of it, for I have come on foot from Marseilles," said the Pole.
One of the Italians launched out into enthusiastic praise of Italy "la bella."