"You're not going to take her out in this weather!" protested the mother-in-law. "You're insane! She shall stay in bed. When I was a girl" (she turned to Regina), "I always stayed in bed the whole morning. But those days were different. The servants _then_ were faithful, sensible, active, and the mistress could do the lady even if she wasn't one--thank heaven, I could." "So you can now. What's to hinder you?" said Regina politely. "Goodness me! What! with such maids as we get now? Dishonest, untruthful, ungrateful hussies! They're the torment of one's existence. There was a time when I loved my servants just as if they were members of the family; now I don't love them at all. They don't deserve it. This girl I have now makes me sick with the worries she causes me." "Get up! Get up!" repeated Antonio. But Regina would not stir till she was left alone. Then she jumped out of bed, and, clad in her long white nightgown, stood disconsolately looking at the chaos of objects in the room and at the grey light which penetrated by the three doleful windows. She made also the sad discovery that at Rome it was colder than in her own north country! She washed, dressed, and did her hair awkwardly. Everything was inconvenient from the washstand to the looking-glass, the latter a panel in the wardrobe draped with a heavy curtain. Having tucked this up she saw herself in the glass; pale, worn out, ugly. Her depression reasserted itself. She was long in appearing, and at last Antonio came to look for her. She had peevishly pulled up all the blinds, tucked away all the curtains, and was engaged settling the things in her trunk. "What on earth are you about?" he asked a little impatiently; and, taking her hand, led her to the dining-room, where Signora Anna was waiting at a table laid for two, but groaning under food sufficient for ten. "I only want a drop of black coffee," said Regina. "Only black coffee? My dear, you are crazy--so to speak--I don't mean any offence. But, you know, one must eat at Rome! Here is the black coffee. A little brandy in it?" "No, thanks. It doesn't agree with me." "Just try. You'll like it, I'm sure." "No, no!" "Yes, yes! If you don't mean to vex me----" She had to take the brandy in the coffee, and then _café au lait_; and cream, and bread and butter, and biscuits, and the whipped eggs. At last tears rose in her eyes, so overwhelmed was she by her mother-in-law's insistence. By way of comfort Signora Anna at once offered a basin of broth and the wing of a roast chicken. "But you're trying to kill me!" cried the girl, jesting, though desperate. Antonio laughed, and ate heartily. Fortunately an alarming noise was heard in the kitchen, and the Signora ran, much agitated and tripping over her red dressing-gown. Regina seized the opportunity and fled to her room.