She began to laugh again. "Caro Signore, you're a great original. What
had my poor mother done to you?"
I looked at our young Englishman, who still had his back turned to us and
was staring up at the picture. "I will tell you some other time," I
said.
"I shall certainly remind you; I am very curious to know." Then she
opened and shut her fan two or three times, still looking at me. What
eyes they have! "Tell me a little," she went on, "if I may ask without
indiscretion. Are you married?"
"No, Signora Contessa."
"Isn't that at least a mistake?"
"Do I look very unhappy?"