I suppose they will be quite ruined."
"I do not know. Corona is rich in her own right, and Sant' Ilario
has his mother's fortune. Of course, they will be poor compared
with their present wealth. I am sorry for them--"
"Sorry?" Flavia looked at her husband in some astonishment. "It is
their own fault. Why should you be sorry?"
"It is not exactly their fault. I could hardly have expected them
to come to me and inform me that a mistake had been made in the
last century, and that all they possessed was mine."
"All they possessed!" echoed Flavia, thoughtfully. "What a
wonderful idea it is!"
"Very wonderful," assented San Giacinto, who was thinking once
more of his former poverty.
The carriage rolled on and both were silent for some time,
absorbed in dreaming of the greatness which was before them in the
near future, San Giacinto enumerating in his mind the titles and
estates which were soon to be his, while Flavia imagined herself
in Corona's place in Rome, grown suddenly to be a central figure
in society, leading and organising the brilliant amusements of her
world, and above all, rejoicing in that lavish use of abundant
money which had always seemed to her the most desirable of all
enjoyments.
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