The Lady Paramount
The Commendatore, however, was a thousand miles from these considerations. He glared fiercely at her--as fiercely as it was in his mild old eyes to glare. He held himself erect and aloof, in a posture that was eloquent of haughty indignation.
"I will ask your Excellency a single question. Are you or are you not the Countess of Sampaolo?" he demanded sternly.
But Susanna was incorrigible.
"At your service--unless I was changed at nurse," she assented, dropping a curtsey; and an imp laughed in her eyes.