spiritual, which was not the case with Miss Bordereau's. I waited to see if she would offer to show me the rest of the house, but I did not precipitate the question, inasmuch as my plan was from this moment to spend as much of my time as possible in her society. I only observed at the end of a minute:
'I have had better fortune than I hoped. It was very kind of her to see me. Perhaps you said a good word for me.'
'It was the idea of the money,' said Miss Tita.
'And did you suggest that?'
'I told her that you would perhaps give a good deal.'
'What made you think that?'
'I told her I thought you were rich.'
'And what put that idea into your head?'
'I don't know; the way you talked.'
'Dear me, I must talk differently now,' I declared. 'I'm sorry to say it's not the case.'
'Well,' said Miss Tita, 'I think that in Venice the forestieri, in general, often give a great deal for something that after all isn't much.' She appeared to make this remark with a comforting intention, to wish to remind me that if I had been extravagant I was not really foolishly singular. We walked together along the sala, and as I took its magnificent measure I said to her that I was afraid it would not form a part of my quartiere. Were my rooms by chance to be among those that opened into it? 'Not if you go above, on the second floor,' she answered with a little startled air, as if she had rather taken for granted I would know my proper place.
'And I infer that that's where your aunt would like me to be.'
