Yes, it would be awkward, and unpleasant for them." "Precisely.

The Contessa wrote me that she and Aurora had come upon you two unexpectedly in leaving a theatre, and that she had felt very uncomfortable." "Oh! I suppose she suggested that I should mend my ways ?" "As a matter of fact, she did." Corbario smiled.

"You know what a very proper person she is!" "She is quite right," answered Marcello gravely.
"It certainly cannot have been pleasant for her, on account of Aurora." Folco looked at him thoughtfully, for his tone had suddenly changed.
"If you don't mind," Folco said, "I think I will drive up with you and call on them this afternoon.

You can drop me at their hotel, and I shall find my way back alone." "Certainly." "Are you sure you don't mind ?" Folco affected to speak anxiously.
"Why should I ?" "You see," Folco said, without heeding the question, "they let me know that they were there, and as we are such old friends it would be strange if I did not go to see them." "Of course it would," answered Marcello in an absent tone.
He already connected Folco's knowledge of the Contessa's arrival in Pontresina so closely with Settimia's note that Folco's last statement had taken him by surprise, and a multitude of confused questions presented themselves to his mind.

If Settimia had not written about the Contessa, why had she written at all?
How did she know where Corbario was stopping in Saint Moritz?
Was she in the habit of writing to him?
Corbario had found her for Regina; was Settimia helping Corbario to exercise a sort of paternal vigilance over him?
Somehow Marcello did not like that idea at all.