an invitation from the celebrated Roman banker.
“Take care, Albert,” said Franz. “All the nobility of Rome will be present, and if your fair incognita belong to the higher class of society, she must go there.”
“Whether she goes there or not, my opinion is still the same,” returned Albert. “You have read the letter?”
“Yes.”
“You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are educated in Italy?” (This is the name of the lower class.)
“Yes.”
“Well, read the letter again. Look at the writing, and find if you can, any blemish in the language or orthography.” The writing was, in reality, charming, and the orthography irreproachable.
“You are born to good fortune,” said Franz, as he returned the letter.
“Laugh as much as you will,” replied Albert, “I