"Neither do I," answered Don Agostino, "but I know something about her."
"Perhaps you know her lover—oh, I do not mean that Belgian goat, but the other one?"
"Yes—I know him."
"Ah! And he is worthy of the principessina?"
"I feel convinced that he is thoroughly worthy."
"Then what is the objection? He has no money, perhaps?"
"He is not noble."
"Diamine! and what does that matter if he is worthy in other ways? I do not suppose he is a contadino."
"No," replied Don Agostino, smiling, "he is an engineer, and some day he will be a great man, I believe. His father is a great man already, the famous Senator Rossano. You have perhaps heard of him?"
"Altro! So it is he whom the principessina is in love with! Well, reverendo, is it not better than marrying that old baron with ink-pots under his eyes?"