He sat near her by the fire, his hat upon his knee, no longer watching her, but gazing contemplatively at the burning logs.

There was a delicacy about his pale face since the wound he had received a year before which was rather attractive: from having been a little inclined to stoutness, he had grown slender and more graceful, partly because his health had really been affected by his illness, and partly because he had determined never again to risk being too fat.
"I tried to consult you," objected Donna Tullia.

"It is the same thing." "It is not the same thing to me," he answered, "although you have not involved me in the affair.

I would have most distinctly advised you to say nothing about it at present.

You have acted rashly, have put yourself in a most painful situation; and you have broken your promise to me--a very solemn promise, Donna Tullia, sworn upon the memory of your mother and upon a holy relic.