Now choose, and waste no time." While she had been speaking, Macomer had stared at her with an expression of genuine childish amusement.
"Poor Pulcinella!" he exclaimed softly.

"How your wife can talk, when she is angry! Poor fellow!" The tone was so natural that Matilde again looked at him uneasily, and moved nearer to him, not answering Veronica.
"Come, Gregorio," she said, "you are ill.

Come to your room--you must not stay here." "I am sorry you do not like the marionettes," he said gravely.

"They always amuse me.

Stay a little longer." Veronica supposed that he was ill from the effects of the poisoning and that he was in some sort of delirium.