The man had an undeveloped literary talent, as has been said, and he instinctively found light and graceful expressions for hard facts.

He was himself discovering that he had a gift for writing, and the pleasure of the discovery enhanced the delight of writing to the woman he loved.

The man of letters who has first found out his own facility in the course of daily writing to a dearly loved woman alone knows the sort of pleasure that Gianluca enjoyed, when he found that it was his pen that helped him, and not he that was driving his pen.
He sent what he had written, and determined that on the following day he would go to the villa again.

To his surprise and joy, he received a note from Veronica in the morning, thanking him warmly for the pains he had taken, and asking another question.

It came through the post; and with his insight into feminine ways, he guessed that she had not wished to send a messenger to him,--a servant, who would have at once told other servants of the correspondence.
Veronica had been pleased by the letter.