At certain moments, words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered.

And to the Countess that of the young man was terrible.
"I am disturbing you ?" he asked, bowing and barely touching with the tips of his fingers the hand she had extended to him on entering.
"Excuse me, I thought you alone.

Will you be pleased to name another time for the conversation which I take the liberty of demanding ?" "No, no," she replied, not permitting him to finish his sentence.

"I was with Peppino Ardea, who will await me," said she, gently.

"Moreover, you know I am in all things for the immediate.