Ier the other in the evening I presented my Ferri. The rumor had already spread of the arrival of a new holiday-maker, dismounted with a large baggage at the Giardinetto gate. This is the name of the house I occupy. The Corsennati do not shine by inventiveness; many years ago, they saw the birth of some flowers and shrubs around this country house, and they immediately found the name; without draining the brain, as we see it.
With equal ease pedestri di raziocinio, seeing the stranger dismounted at the Giardinetto, and knowing that at Giardinetto I command, nor suffer the Casigliani, they concluded that the stranger was my guest. The importance of the baggage also led them to think that the guest will stop here for the whole season; and this news, a race for all the houses, has aroused universal curiosity. Why? a new holiday-maker in Corsenna, and a guest of Mr. Morelli, of that Mr. Morelli whom we have yet seen last night, and who has not believed it necessary, nor useful nor opportune to tell us anything? So imagine the curiosity of the colony! What is nothing and less than nothing in Rome or Florence (I was about to say in Athens) is a great deed in Corsenna. Terenzia and Tulliola, wife and daughter of Cicero, must have been curious,