"I am. Just think of it—a real Countess, with a castle, and dozens—thousands of gorgeous dresses! Was she—beautiful?"
"Very!"
"Don't say it that way. Goodness! How I hate her!"
Miss Warren flounced back into the corner of the hammock, and Norvin said with a laugh:
"No wonder you have a train of suitors."
"I've never seen a really beautiful Italian woman—except Vittoria
Fabrizi, of course."
"Your friend, the nurse?"
"Yes, and she's not really Italian, she's just like anybody else. She was here to see me again this afternoon, by the way; it's her day off at the hospital, you know. I want you to meet her. You'll fall desperately in love."
"Really, I'm not interested in trained nurses, and I wouldn't want you to hate her as you hate the Countess."
"Oh, I couldn't hate Vittoria, she's such a dear. She saved my life, you know."