It is already night.

We are going to dine." Outside the house, Ulysses would breathe in the twilight breeze and look at the first stars that were beginning to sparkle above the roofs.
He felt the fresh delight and trembling limbs of the odalisque coming out of retreat.
The dinner finished, they would stroll through the darkest street or the promenades along the shore, avoiding the people.

One night they stopped in the gardens of the _Villa Nazionale_, near the bench that had witnessed their struggle when returning from Posilipo.
"You wished to kill me, you little rascal!...

You threatened me with your revolver, my bandit!..." Ulysses protested.

What a way to remember things! But she refuted his correction with a bold and lying authority.
"It was you!...