She therefore looked at him suddenly with a gentle smile, and just for one moment her fingers touched his hand as it rested upon the side of the carriage.
"Do you think it was kind ?" she asked, in a low voice.
"It was abominable.

I shall never forgive myself," answered Giovanni.
"I will forgive you," answered Donna Tullia, softly.

She really loved him.

It was the best thing in her nature, but it was more than balanced by the jealousy she had conceived for the Duchessa d'Astrardente.
"Was it on that account that you quarrelled with poor Del Ferice ?" she asked, after a moment's pause.

"I have feared it--" "Certainly not," answered Giovanni, quickly.