The audience rang with laughter during the gypsy’s address; and⁠—“fifty one,”⁠—“squinting eyes,” “red hair,”⁠—“paint and patches,” etc. were bandied from mouth to mouth. Leonella was almost choked with passion, and loaded her malicious adviser with the bitterest reproaches. The swarthy prophetess for some time listened to her with a contemptuous smile: at length she made her a short answer, and then turned to Antonia.