Amerigo now again, in his punctual impatience, went out a couple of times and stood there; after which, as to report that nothing was in sight, he returned to the room with frankly nothing else to do.

The Princess pretended to read; he looked at her as he passed; there hovered in her own sense the thought of other occasions when she had cheated appearances of agitation with a book.

At last she felt him standing before her, and then she raised her eyes.
"Do you remember how, this morning, when you told me of this event, I asked you if there were anything particular you wished me to do?
You spoke of my being at home, but that was a matter of course.

You spoke of something else," he went on, while she sat with her book on her knee and her raised eyes; "something that makes me almost wish it may happen.
You spoke," he said, "of the possibility of my seeing her alone.

Do you know, if that comes," he asked, "the use I shall make of it ?" And then as she waited: "The use is all before me." "Ah, it's your own business now!" said his wife.