I am going out now.

I hope you will find it convenient to have left before I come in." Thereupon Marcello turned his back on Corbario, crossed the great library deliberately, and went out without looking round.
Folco was left alone, and his still face did not even express surprise or annoyance.

He had indeed foreseen the coming break, ever since he had returned to the villa three weeks earlier, when Marcello had received him with evident coldness, not even explaining where he had been since they had last parted.

But Folco had not expected that the rupture would come so suddenly, still less that he was literally to be turned out of the house which he still regarded as his own, and in which he had spent so many prosperous years.

There had, indeed, been some coldly angry words between the two men.