Good night." "Good night," answered Corona, who did not move from her seat nor extend her hand this time.

She was too much agitated to think of formalities.
Saracinesca bowed low and left the room.
It was characteristic of him that he had come to see the Duchessa not knowing what he should say, and that he had blurted out the whole truth, and then lost his temper in support of it.

He was a hasty man, of noble instincts, but always inclined rather to cut a knot than to unloose it--to do by force what another man would do by skill--angry at opposition, and yet craving it by his combative nature.
His first impulse on leaving Corona was to go to Giovanni and tell him what he had done; but he reflected as he went home that his son was ill with his wounds, and that it would be bad for him to be angry, as of course he would be if he were told of his father's doings.

Moreover, as old Saracinesca thought more seriously of the matter, he wisely concluded that it would be better not to speak of the visit; and when he entered the room where Giovanni was lying on his couch with a novel and a cigarette, he had determined to conceal the whole matter.
"Well, Giovanni," he said, "we are the talk of the town, of course." "It was to be expected.

Whom have you seen ?" "In the first place, I have seen Madame Mayer.