In the first place, she would send for him and vent her anger upon him while it was hot.
Accordingly, in the space of three-quarters of an hour, Ugo appeared, smiling, smooth and persuasive as usual.

Donna Tullia assumed a fine attitude of disdain as she heard his step outside the door.

She intended to impress him with a full and sudden view of her just anger.

He did not seem much moved, and came forward as usual to take her hand and kiss it.
But she folded her arms and stared at him with all the contempt she could concentrate in the gaze of her blue eyes.

It was a good comedy.