“Is it true what has been said?” she asked, sitting down.
“What?”
“That ... Marco and Vittoria already make a couple of doubtful happiness.”
“What does it matter to you?” replied Flaminia, looking at her with suspicion.
“It matters to me,” replied the other seriously; “I wished for their happiness.”
“But what do you desire?” said Flaminia a little diffidently.
“I desire with all my soul that they may be happy,” said Maria.
The friend believed her, because she recognised her as a creature incapable of lies or falseness.
“I believe that your desire of good for them cannot be a reality.”