Corona would think he was inconsistent, or at least that he was willing to flirt with the gay widow, while determined not to marry her.

He reflected that it was part of his self-condemnation that he should appear unfavourably to the woman he loved, and whom he was determined to renounce; but he realised for the first time how bitter it would be to stand thus always in the appearance of weakness and self-contradiction in the eyes of the only human being whose good opinion he coveted, and for whose dear sake he was willing to do all things.

As he stood by her, his hand rested upon the side of the carriage, and he stared blankly at the distant hounds and the retreating riders.
"Come, Don Giovanni, we must be going," said Donna Tullia.

"What in the world are you thinking of?
You look as though you had been turned into a statue!" "I beg your pardon," returned Saracinesca, suddenly called back from the absorbing train of his unpleasant thoughts.

"Good-bye, Duchessa; good-bye, Astrardente--a pleasant drive to you." "You will always regret not having come, you know," cried Madame Mayer, shaking hands with both the occupants of the carriage.