"How do you know?
How can you tell what may have been said?
How can you guess it?
Giovanni Saracinesca is about you in society more than any one.

He has quarrelled about you, and two men have lost their lives in consequence.

He is in love with you, I tell you.

Can you not see it?
You must be blind!" Corona leaned back in her chair, utterly overcome by the suddenness of the situation, unable to answer, her hands folded tightly together, her pale lips compressed.

Angry at her silence, old Astrardente continued, his rage gradually getting the mastery of his sense, and his passion working itself up to the pitch of madness.
"Blind--yes--positively blind!" he cried.