"Very well, very well," she cried. "Do what you please, call whom you
choose, but Henrica can't stay here. Contagion in the house, the plague,
a black tablet."

"Excellenza is disturbing herself unnecessarily. Let us first hear what
the doctor says."

"I won't hear him; I can't bear the plague and the small-pox. Go down at
once, Belotti, and have the sedan-chair prepared. The old chevalier's
room in the rear building is empty."

"But, Excellenza, it's gloomy, and so damp that the north wall is covered
with mould."

"Then let it be aired and cleaned. What does this delay mean? You have
only to obey. Do you understand?"

"The chevalier's room isn't fit for my mistress's sick niece," replied
Belotti civilly, but resolutely.

"Isn't it? And you know exactly?" asked his mistress scornfully.
"Go down, Denise, and order the sedan-chair to be brought up. Have you
anything more to say, Belotti?"

"Yes, Padrona," replied the Italian, in a trembling voice. "I beg your
excellenza to dismiss me."

"Dismiss you from my service?"