Her anger grew hotter from its very impotence.

The world saw it, and laughed.
The days of Carnival came and passed, much as they usually pass, in a whirl of gaiety.

Giovanni went everywhere, and showed his grave face; but he talked little, and of course every one said he was melancholy at the departure of the Duchessa.

Nevertheless he kept up an appearance of interest in what was done, and as nobody cared to risk asking him questions, people left him in peace.

The hurrying crowd of social life filled up the place occupied by old Astrardente and the beautiful Duchessa, and they were soon forgotten, for they had not had many intimate friends.
On the last night of Carnival, Del Ferice appeared once more.