It was the first chance that he had had to get a word with Minnie since he was in Milan, and he was eager to avail himself of it.

Mrs.Willoughby, on her part, having thus discomfited the Baron, was not unmindful of the other danger; so she moved her seat to a position near enough to overlook and check Girasole, and then resumed those formal, chilling, heartless, but perfectly polite remarks which she had been administering to the Baron since Girasole's arrival.
At length Mrs.Willoughby began to be dreadfully bored, and groaned in spirit over the situation in which Minnie had placed herself, and racked her brains to find some way of retreat from these two determined lovers, who thus set at naught the usages of society for their own convenience.

She grew indignant.

She wondered if they would _ever_ go.

She wondered if it were not possible to engage the Count and the Baron in a conversation by themselves, and, under cover of it, withdraw.