"I need not tell you that both my father and myself would hold it an honour to assist you in any way." He mentioned his father from a feeling of delicacy; he did not wish to put himself forward.
"You are very kind," repeated Corona, gravely.

"I have not had any annoyance.

I have an excellent man of business." There was a moment's pause.

Then she seemed to understand that he was embarrassed, and spoke again.
"I am glad to see that you are recovered," she said.
"It was nothing," answered Giovanni, with a glance at his right arm, which was still confined in a bandage of black silk, but was no longer in a sling.
"It was very wrong of you," returned Corona, looking seriously into his eyes.

"I do not know why you fought, but it was wrong; it is a great sin." Giovanni smiled a little.
"We all have to sin sometimes," he said.