Mariuccia did what she was told, but with many objections. She carried on a running murmur of protest all the time. “When there are changes in a family; when it is by the visitation of God, that is another matter. A son or a daughter who is in trouble, who has no other refuge; that is natural; there is nothing to say. But to remain away during a dozen years, and then to come back at a moment’s notice--nay, without even a moment’s notice--in the evening, when all the beds are made up, and demand everything that is comfortable.--I have always thought that there was a great deal to be said for the poor young signorino of whom the priest speaks, he who had always stayed at home when his brother was amusing himself. _Carina_, you know what I mean.” “I have thought of that too,” said Frances. “But my sister is not a prodigal; and papa has never done anything for her. It is all quite different. When we know each other better, it will be delightful always to have a companion, Mariuccia--think how pleasant it will be always to have a companion. I wonder if she will like my pictures?--Now, don’t you think the room looks very pretty? I always thought it was a pretty room. Leave the _persiani_ open that she may see the sea; and in the morning don’t forget to come in and close them before the sun gets hot.--I think that will do now.” “Indeed I hope it will do--after all the trouble you have taken. And I hope the young lady is worthy of it.--But, my angel, what shall I do when I come in to wake her? Does she expect that I can talk her language to her? No, no. And she will know nothing; she will not even be able to say ‘Good morning.’” “I hope so. But if not, you must call me first, that is all,” said Frances cheerfully.--“Now, don’t go to bed just yet; perhaps she will like something--some tea; or perhaps a little supper; or---- I never asked if she had dined.” Mariuccia regarded this possibility with equanimity. She was not afraid of a girl’s appetite. But she made a grimace at the mention of the tea. “It is good when one has a cold; oh yes,” she said; “but to drink it at all times, as you do! If she wants anything it will be a great deal better to give her a sirop, or a little red wine.”