It is as if the blood went to my head, and my nerves are all on edge, and I wish something would happen, I don't know what, but something, something!" "I know exactly what you mean, my dear boy," said Corbario in a tone of sympathy.

"You see I am not very old myself, after all--barely thirty--not quite, in fact.

I could call myself twenty-nine if it were not so much more respectable to be older." "Yes.

But do you mean to say that you feel just what I do now and then ?" Marcello asked the question in considerable surprise.

"Do you really know that sensation?
That burning restlessness--that something like what the earth must feel before a thunderstorm--like the air at this moment ?" Not a muscle of Folco's still face moved.
"Yes," he answered quietly.