Giovanni looked at her anxiously, yet not without pride, as he recognised in her strong anger something akin to himself.
"How fierce you are!" he said, with a smile.
"Have I not cause to be?
Have I not cause to wish these people an evil end?
Have they not nearly separated us?
Nothing is bad enough for them--what is the use of pretending not to feel?
You are calm, Giovanni?
Perhaps you are much stronger than I am.

I do not think you realise what they meant to do--to separate us--_us!_ As if any torture were bad enough for them!" Giovanni had never seen her so thoroughly roused.

He was angry himself, and more than angry, for his cheek paled, and his stern features grew more hard, while his voice dropped to a hoarser tone.
"Do not mistake me, Corona," he said.

"Do not think I am indifferent because I am quiet.

Del Ferice shall expiate all some day, and bitterly too." "Indeed I hope so," answered Corona between her teeth.