Part 66 (1/2)

”Yes, but, Leo,” said Nina, who was still busy with her flowers, ”when we go back with them to Naples, you really must speak properly. It is too bad--the dialect--it is not necessary; you can speak well if you wish. It was only to make fun of Sabetta that you began, now it is always.”

He only laughed at her grave remonstrance.

”Oh, don't you preach at me, Ntoniella!” he said, in the very language she was deprecating. ”There are lots of things I can say to you that sound nicer that way.”

He turned from the piano at last and took up an English newspaper that he had previously opened.

”Ntonie, tell me, did you read all the news this morning?”

”No--a little,” Nina answered, snipping off the redundant stalks of the grapes.

”You did not see the announcement about--about Miss Cunyngham?”

At the mention of this name, Nina looked up quickly, and there was some color in the pale, clear complexion.

”No. What is it, Leo?”

”I thought you might have seen that, at all events,” he said, lightly.

”Well, I will read it to you. 'A marriage has been arranged and will shortly take place between Lord Rockminster, eldest son of the Earl of Fareborough, and Miss Honnor Cunyngham, daughter of the late Sir George Cunyngham, and sister of Sir Hugh Cunyngham, of the Braes, Perths.h.i.+re, and Aivron Lodge, Campden Hill.' I should like to have sent them a little wedding-present,” he went on, absently, ”for both of them have been very kind to me; but I am grown penurious in my old age; I suppose we shall have to consider every farthing for many a day to come.”