La Tinti had made her debut the year before, and had enchanted the three most fastidious capitals of Italy.
"I am perfectly certain that her great nobleman is not my husband," said the Duchess.
The horses were ordered, and the Duchess set out at once for Venice, to be present at the opening of the winter season.
So one fine evening in November, the new Prince of Varese was crossing the lagoon from Mestre to Venice, between the lines of stakes painted with Austrian colors, which mark out the channel for gondolas as conceded by the custom-house. As he watched Massimilla's gondola, navigated by men in livery, and cutting through the water a few yards in front, poor Emilio, with only a