"The same who tried to prove
that your son was married by copying my marriage register?"
"The same. I will tell you the rest of the story some day. Then at
that time there was Bianca Valdarno--but she married a Neapolitan
last year; and the Rocca girl, but Onorato Cantalupo got her and
her dowry--Montevarchi's second son--and--well, I see nobody now,
except Flavia's sister Faustina. Why not marry her? It is true
that her father means to catch young Frangipani, but he will have
no such luck, I can tell him, unless he will part with half a
million."
"Donna Faustina is too young," said San Giacinto, calmly.
"Besides, as they are sisters and there is so little choice, I may
say that I prefer Donna Flavia, she is more gay, more lively."
"Vastly more, I have no doubt, and you will have to look after
her, unless you can make her fall in love with you." Saracinesca
laughed at the idea.
"With me!" exclaimed San Giacinto, joining in his cousin's
merriment. "With me, indeed! A sober widower, between thirty and
forty! A likely thing! Fortunately there is no question of love in
this matter. I think I can answer for her conduct, however."
"I would not be the man to raise your jealousy!" remarked
Saracinesca, laughing again as he looked admiringly at his
cousin's gigantic figure and lean stern face.
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