Giovanni moved back to his place as she went by, and stood still like a man stunned.

It was well that there were yet nearly two hours before the preliminary dancing would be over; he needed some time to collect himself.

The air seemed full of strange voices, and he watched the moving faces as in a dream, unable to concentrate his attention upon anything he saw.
"He looks as though he had a stroke of paralysis," said a woman's voice near him.

It did not strike him, in his strange bewilderment, that it was Donna Tullia who had spoken, still less that she was speaking of him almost to him.
"Something very like it, I should say," answered Del Ferice's oily voice.
"He has probably been ill since you saw him.

Saracinesca is an unhealthy place." Giovanni turned sharply round.
"Yes; we were speaking of you, Don Giovanni," said Donna Tullia, with some scorn.