Then he went away, promising to come in the morning.
At last Matilde was alone with her husband.

Veronica had gone to bed, and Gregorio waited for an opportunity of questioning his wife.
"Whom do you suspect ?" he asked, sitting down by her bedside.
"No one," she answered.

"I took it on purpose.

You need not be anxious.
I pretended to suffer more than I did, and I do not mind the pain at all." He stared at her, trying to fathom her thoughts, but he altogether failed to understand her.
"Why did you do it ?" he asked, drawing the lids close together over his small eyes.
"You are so dull!" she answered.

"You shall see.