Her monosyllabic question was low and indistinct.

She wondered whether Giovanni could hear the beatings of her heart, so slow, so loud they almost deafened her.
"Simply this.

Do you advise me to marry her ?" "Why do you ask me, of all people ?" asked Corona, faintly.
"I would like to have your advice," said Giovanni, twisting his brown hands together and fixing his bright eyes upon her face.
"She is young yet.

She is handsome--she is fabulously rich.

Why should you not marry her?
Would she make you happy ?" "Happy?
Happy with her?
No indeed.